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Ever patient, Wren was, and the payoff for having waited was worth it. The riverwolf is engulfed in an embrace, a kiss pressed to the junction of shoulder and neck — as if there had been no passage of time at all.
You gonna complain? she teases, a coyness to the bashful grin that spreads from ear to ear. There is space between them only for a minute, Wren's gaze carefully inspecting the curves of her face, the slickness of her fur. Well don't you look beautiful, belladonna.
Another kiss, this time to the top of her forehead, and then an invitation to walk with her in the form of a swaying tail. Someplace quiet was needed, Wren thought.