Wapun Meadow honeywine

a roil of boyish laughter. "you're very direct." almost scandalously so. merrick said many things, but there had come oftentimes when words would grit between his teeth. crushed beneath the morass of his own great emotion, shattering what could be an eloquent moment.
donovan had no such limitations, it appeared.
"your pack would be jealous," the coywolf teased, though the image painted by the tiger had suffused him with a malevolent mounting hunger. for the flesh, yes, but for the clasp and snap of twiglike bones and throats beneath jawlines made for it.