Bearclaw Valley [m] Increasingly common practise of grill parties and consensual cannibalism

He thought she might run him until he was panting and stumbling to try to stay upright, as he knew she could, but Arielle was too good to him. She slowed and buried her face in his fur. This time, he hoped she could feel the way his pulse raced in response. And if not, then surely she would hear the possessive growl when he rubbed his muzzle down the side of her face.

Then he was pressing his body into hers, leaning heavily into her with a rapidly wagging tail. Aventus hesitated only a moment before swinging an arm across her shoulders. He pulled Arielle into something of a sideways hug, but before his body could take over and try to make something more of it, he shifted gears and attempted to wrestle her into the snow so he could comb the dark red fur on her chest with his teeth.