Swiftcurrent Creek (M) lose ourselves in this and ignore-- that you don't even know my name;;

Engel licked back at Alarian's muzzle, he felt the nibbles and nips and shivered at the touch. He was most indeed enjoying the many touches along his skin and fur, his tail swaying. 

"You sure?" He shrugged and went about to the other wolf's rear, and prodded his nose against his tail before having the idea to start licking around there, like he had with Dakarai. He had been quite excited by that. "Last chance..."