i'll show you how to move your feet

Gwynevere hugged her new fiancé tight, her tail a blur behind her as she celebrated this next huge step of her life with Ysmir with this wonderful, caring, handsome man. He was everything she could have ever hoped for and so, so much more. His forelegs tightened around her as they embraced and the small whine he managed made her grin, pulling back from his neck with a wide, joyous grin. Quickly her lips were captured with his as he kissed her passionately, telling her silently and in his own way how much this moment meant to him as well. With her forelegs around his neck keeping her chest pressed tight to his, she returned that kiss eagerly, speaking their love to one another in the best way they had. They shared so few words, but Ysmir had taught her that actions spoke just as loudly if not even more so than words. She felt his joy and love on his lips while her paws tangled in the fur on the back of his neck, holding herself as tight to him as she could.

She had to remind herself as she made out with her husband-to-be that even though they were away from the bulk of the wolves attending the bonfire, they were still out in the open and under the stars. As much as she wanted to just lose herself in the man she loved and follow the building heat between them sparked by their passionate kiss, she knew she couldn't really enjoy every aspect of their affections for one another. Gwyn pulled back from their kiss with a soft gasp after several lingering moments, her gaze returning to his with a little grin on her lips. "We should head inside..." she whispered against his lips, the reason and purpose more than clear in the sultry look in her eyes. Gwyn was certainly far from promiscuous and she was sure that even her own siblings were more inclined to physical affections than she was, but something like this felt like it called for every form of love they could manage.

Untangling herself from his embrace, she gave him a little grin and started to walk toward the castle, her tail teasingly brushing his shoulder as she passed. When they first started sleeping together she had felt uncertain and awkward with her attempts at flirtation, but as time went on and Ysmir helped her to grow more comfortable in her own skin she had grown more of a confidence around him as well. She grinned back at him over her shoulder before focusing her lavender and sage gaze on the path ahead of her, having no doubt that he would follow. It was just a quick walk across the plains and back toward the castle and as soon as they were past the large front doors of the castle she quickly pressed another kiss to his lips before tossing him another sly grin and hurrying up the stairs to their room, giggling as she went.

"Gwynevere & Ysmir"