Sawtooth Spire He's a man of few words, but he talks a lot within.

for a long moment mahler merely held nyx where she had curled herself in invitation, enjoying the feel of her light warmth against her heavier body. an intimate moment, during which he lowered his broad scarred muzzle to nose along the back of her neck, shifting upon nyx was against his chest.
lips explored the valley between her shoulders, nipped gently along one hip, pillared her between his strong forelimbs. mahler drew nyx back against the curve of his body and paused then, letting out his breath in one steadying sigh against her nape.