Annual Checkup

A light scoff came from the steel blue wolf when Lillith eloquently described his eyes as liquid silver, giving her a little incredulous shake of his head. Sometimes she was far too sweet to him. He'd never tell her to stop though; he liked the attention as much as he liked giving her attention back. Romulus had felt the trace of a quiver run through her when he'd checked her throat and felt her pulse, but he didn't call her out on it. No, that would be his little secret to enjoy knowing he could make her react like that. It was terribly intoxicating and Roman silently wondered what other sorts of reactions he could get from the silvery Adravendi girl. He didn't want to embarrass her too much though—but when was he going to get another chance like this, the two of them alone with the freedom to put paws anywhere on her?

"That's good! You look better every day," he remarked with a proud smile, deliberately leaving his double entendre unaddressed and open to her interpretation. Lillith was a very pretty wolf, from dazzling ruby eyes to pristine alabaster and silver fur, wearing the dappled spotty marks he had noticed the rest of her family as well. "Maybe a little fluttering though.” Romulus gave a husky chuckle and glanced up at her from beneath his lashes with sparkling silver eyes and a crooked grin. Oh is that so...? "Hmm, we should probably keep an eye on that, just in case. Your heart feels good now, strong and steady." He slowly trailed his paw down her chest, letting it drop of her back to the stone floor. "But maybe we should just make sure that fluttering's nothing too serious."

Rising to his paws, Romulus got up and moved around to Lillith's side. He nudged at her side with his muzzle to urge her to stand straight and still while he came to sit alongside her. Wearing the most innocuous smile he could muster, Roman lifted his paws to place one along her back and slowly trail it down along her spine, feeling her posture while his other ran along her side, giving gentle presses along the way to feel at her insides with tender pressure. "Let me know if I touch anything tender or painful, or if that fluttering comes back," he said in his low timbre, his paws moving from her chest down her sides with a slow glide, running his digits through her soft fur and along warm skin, tracing the way her body curved naturally while he felt for any abnormalities along her torso and abdomen.

"Speech"