Bearclaw Valley the wake [m]

I wrote this TWICE cause I lost like 80% of it when I saved it as a draft and apparently it didn’t save it all. :’) it’s not as well written as the first, I’m sorry haha!

Uly flaunts his easy meal and watches the others face intently as he drops it before his companion. The pink of the copper eyed coywolf’s tongue peeks out to lick over whiskers and lips. The larger wolf gazes down to the other, even finds himself tracing the motion with his own blue tongue. Afterwards, allowing his tongue to fall out once more due to his heavy breaths and overheated body die to his thickness of fur.

The snow that halos around the stark blackness that is the coys pelt is a nice contrast as the other gazes upon him. Unable to take his own silver twins away from that singular eye that holds the worlds most sly and devious look in it he’s seen. The navy wolf gazes down to the other and watches his nose flare at the intake of breath, presumably basking in the coppery tang of blood surrounding them. Their breath mingling between them as each breathes a cloud of mist plumes before them and the trickling of snowflakes that fall on them both makes for quite the scene.

There are no words between the two until the other breaks the peaking silence Ulysses didn’t even know was building. The glass shattered as his voice reached Uly’s ears and has them swiveling to hear the words his companion speaks with that voice he’s come to connect to the coy himself.

The significant size difference between the two forces the coy to reach for his maw. The coy‘s tongue laps at his lips and chin in a languid manner that the moon eyed wolf could easily confuse for something else rather than helping him clean himself. Ulysses dares to even bring his head lower to allow the coy access without the stretch of meeting his height. Ears forward like satellites in interest, not really expecting the coy to perform such an act. 

Though fearful of making the other recoil, Uly slips his tongue back into his own jaws to allow the cleaning. Eyes going almost cross to watch the other he stands above him stock still. The smallest of smirks coming to his maw.

“In that case, you have a bit of blood on you as well...” He voices jokingly, but ever suggestively. His accent thick and voice deep he raises a brow at the other.