Wicked Game

His mate had sang her laughter at what he was sure was a very amusing expression on his muzzle. Tahlia's tail wisped over his own as she settled further atop him. His back was cool against the fresh snow but his chest and belly were warm from the she-wolf still laying on him. He didn't mind this at all. A comforting weight he'd never get tired of. And when she lay her head below his neck Bane let out a long, if nothing but content, sigh.

Tahlia voiced that she had found the experience as satisfying as he had, and that was all he had ever wanted during their intimate actions. His foreclaws scratched between her flank as he caressed the joint between her hips and hindlegs. The remaining milky eye Bane caught Tahlia staring at him, his mate's gaze truly showed that she was being honest. The elder didn't doubt her of course, only by the fact that some truth's were hazy in how honest they were when new things were tried. As far as having her move, Bane wouldn't dream of it. At least not during they time they've had to themselves.

"I'm fine with this. No need to make yourself more uncomfortable by getting off of me." Bane rumbled in merriment at the quirky statement. The pale wolf grinned and made their noses touch, his tongue pressing against her chin to her nose between their muzzles. "So... did you learn anything you just did from anybody?" Really. Bane was curious as to who taught he what she just did to him. Or if it was all on the spot then he was all the more in awe at her boldness leading the two wolves in something new.