Take my hand

Mortis had a feeling Hika was teasing him. He blushed more then once on the journey to the island. Returning Hikas gentle affection, and following the lead of the bolder wolf beside him. The swim was refreshing, and they worked well together picking and sorting their camp. Knowing they would likely stay here for the duration of their vacation. At last, they were seated on the bear rug sitting shoulder to shoulder, and watching the place the sun would sink upon the horizon.

Hika groaned beside him, lying down in the plush coat, his grin an invitation. The Winged wolf shuffled down beside him, rolling Hika gently until he was lying on the feathers of one wing, and the nock of it against Morts side. Lying beside his boyfriend, the chill of the evening air was lost to him. He propped his head on one paw, and looked at his koi boy. "I brought some wine" he whispered conspiratorially to Hika, through he wasn't sure he wanted to get up and grab the bottle now. Not with how comfortable he was at Hikas side.