[ A keen nose can scent the meat he carries, and it warms her still - that he would provide. There's a feral, animalistic part of her that appreciates that, the knowledge of providing food even in the depth of winter, of being able to care for young. The part of Lauralae that had been wolf for too long, lending herself to the more canine parts of herself, seems to thrum with it, a little pulse of her heart. It is attractive, in a way she thinks not to spend too much time dwelling upon.
Those thoughts seem to fade upon the press of something as simple as a kiss upon her, dark eyes flickering up to him, devouring the hisses of skin through the fabrics he is layered in. There is an urge, a brief flash, to press their lips together and be more daring, but she pauses.
Their time will come, and she finds something tender in their sweetness, in the gentleness they share with each other. ]
Time passes swiftly here, with so much to do. I do not think it strange. [ Even so close, there are libraries, training grounds, people to meet and spend the hours away with. Lauralae folds herself into the woods often enough that she might disappear for hours on end, unfindable. ] It is a pleasure to know that we might message one another whenever we wish.
[ Reaching out, her fingers stroke along his, in askance. ]
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[ A keen nose can scent the meat he carries, and it warms her still - that he would provide. There's a feral, animalistic part of her that appreciates that, the knowledge of providing food even in the depth of winter, of being able to care for young. The part of Lauralae that had been wolf for too long, lending herself to the more canine parts of herself, seems to thrum with it, a little pulse of her heart. It is attractive, in a way she thinks not to spend too much time dwelling upon.
Those thoughts seem to fade upon the press of something as simple as a kiss upon her, dark eyes flickering up to him, devouring the hisses of skin through the fabrics he is layered in. There is an urge, a brief flash, to press their lips together and be more daring, but she pauses.
Their time will come, and she finds something tender in their sweetness, in the gentleness they share with each other. ]
Time passes swiftly here, with so much to do. I do not think it strange. [ Even so close, there are libraries, training grounds, people to meet and spend the hours away with. Lauralae folds herself into the woods often enough that she might disappear for hours on end, unfindable. ] It is a pleasure to know that we might message one another whenever we wish.
[ Reaching out, her fingers stroke along his, in askance. ]
Will you show me the wolves, danthe gra'kul?