cleaving through flesh

Neios ran his nose along the top of her head and Cascade's eyes half closed in pleasure, but he was soon gone again, gone to go press himself against Nausica as she appeared. Her eyes opened wide, her ears flicked forward as she watched her brother's tongue snake out in an attempt to circle Nausica's ear, blatantly sexual, and her gaze fixed on them. Her expression bore neither condemnation nor jealousy, but simple surprise and curiosity. She hadn't realized in the short time since she'd returned just how physical Neios and Nausica's relationship was... and it fascinated her.

It was difficult to pull her attention back to the matter at hand. A hunt. Meat. But her brother's attentions to Nausica kept flitting through her head, and a warm, tight feeling descended into her belly. "We could go after one of the elk, they're bedding down over by the stream," she ventured, to try to make it less obvious she was staring at Neios like an idiot, but then immediately cursed herself as an idiot. An elk with just four wolves and a short-legged little wolverine? Well, Nausica and Neios were both huge for wolves though, so maybe it wasn't quite the stupid idea it sounded.