Noctisardor Bypass bleirona

skaigona wiggled gleefully as druid favoured her with the lower end of the stick. it was a fitting time to yelp aloud with pleasure, the sound fading as she set her own aching teeth around the thing. 
it felt good, and she cut deeper and deeper with her baby fangs, staring off almost as druid had, a little growl bubbling in her throat. 
they gnawed together, two beaver pups upon the holly stick, and skaigona felt surely that she knew the taste of what green surely was.