The Summer Bonfire Festival

A light giggle escaped Syanna while Ezra tickled her with his nose nuzzling through the fur on her cheek and behind her ear while they relaxed together out in the garden beneath one of the many magnolia trees, giving a playful swat at his muzzle. She didn’t know if he was still recovering from his season of pining for her while he’d been away for work, but the big dopey dire wolf had been extra affectionate and cuddly with her—among other sorts of physical affections—lately. Not that she was complaining, of course! She adored the way he dawned and doted over her and made her feel with his very Ezra brand of loving. Sometimes he was ridiculous and incorrigible, but it was part of his charm.

When Ezra leaned in again, Syanna was sure he was about to pounce all over her until Artorias’ call interrupted them, making her laugh and flash Ezra a playfully scolding grin as he kissed her quickly. "Behave yourself, big boy. I think the last thing your family wants to see is you getting too drunk and trying to get frisky," Syanna teased him, swatting his hip with her bushy tail as they made their way to the bonfire gathering. When they took a place beside Lillith and Romulus, Syanna settled her smaller frame into the side of Ezra’s side, shooting him a look and a grin back when he kissed the top of her head and responded by slowly brushing her tail against the inside of his thigh from where she was lying pressed into his side.

"Syanna Alluráin"