Sleepy Fox Hollow unerschütterlich

her little gasping fired something deep in mahler's belly; he pursued wylla after her fangtips touched his muzzle, seeking to kiss the side of her throat.
the idea of returning to the place where grimnismal had once been satisfied a deep longing in the man he had not known was there until this moment. "yes," and his voice was clear with want. "ve vill go there, and you vill have myself," he jested of that moment.
his amethyst eyes shone with love.