Mixing Business and Pleasure

The sex-drunk ruby-hued wolf had been living in absolute paradise with this sapphire vixen over the past few days. They ate and fucked in-between stints of him slowly piecing together the beginnings of an armor for her, taking his time both to make sure that it was fitted to her perfectly and to draw out the amount of time that he could spend with her. They'd have to leave this lush valley at some point because he didn't have the metals he needed here to complete the vision he had for the piece, but for now he was enjoying her company and every bit of the attitude that she carried with her. They had kept each other up late the night before so as the morning sun began to rise he continued to sleep with his face turned away from the opening of this little rocky overhang that had become a permanent camp of sorts, holding Keetie against him as he slept.

A sudden, loud clanking jarred him awake and made him jump, his heart immediately racing as adrenaline hit his system and his mossy eyes flew open. His head whipped around to face the culprit, his gaze landing on the distinctive form of the silver, gray, and tan marked male that was currently looming over them, his ruined armor laying on the ground in front of him. Rûga groaned with irritation, a snarl flickering across his lips as his head fell back against the furs he was laying on once more. "Fucking hell, Sitka, you couldn't have waited till it wasn't the crack of dawn?" he grumbled, forcing himself to let go of Keetie so that he could get himself to his paws, fixing the other male with a glare. Then he looked down at the armor between them and groaned again, lifting it with a paw to get a better look at the damage that he'd done. "What did you get in a fight with this time? An angry mother bear? What even makes cuts like these?!"

Rûga Amanto