Honeyed Pasture kipik

sorry for the wait, it's been a hectic week at work. by way of explanation, much of imi's communication is based on body language, both lupine and human. hence all the gestures and submission since Rodyn is a larger male and also a pack wolf.

the summer-cloud woman's small ears tilted forward -- visibly drawn in by this piece of information. there were others here who spoke her language, or what little she could manage with the thievery of her voice. others like her, perhaps. 

the dog could not express her interest verbally; already her throat ached as if singed by the smoke two-legs occasionally used to drive her people from their land. to attempt too much was to be struck with utter silence for several passings of the sun. 

instead, kissimi lifted to her tufted paws and gave her damp pelt an invigorating shake. a pink tongue flashed across her chops in excitement as she gave a rare grin, her digits prancing in an eager little tempo before she settled like a spirited filly with a small toss of her head -- fluffy tail wagging exuberantly at her hocks. 

it dipped between her legs as it stilled, the canid tiptoeing closer hesitantly. rodyn was a stranger after all. only the spirits knew if it might be a trap, if he might launch himself at her and attempt to overpower the smaller creature once she dared to move into his personal berth of space. 

if allowed, the moonbeam would inch closer, extending her neck to sniff at him investigatingly -- amethyst and rose quartz hues darting up questioningly before she touched the burnt berry of her nose against the earthen swathe of the he-wolf's chest fleetingly, beesechingly. 

i go with you? the movements seemed to belay in her noiseless dance of expression, the question clear in her sunset eyes as miki drew back and waited in the natural curve of a submissive posture.