The game is something

The wanderer’s grin grew, bright and delighted as he surveyed Valentine’s brief hesitation and then compliance. His jade gaze followed the smooth curve of the bigger wolf’s spine as he lowered down, leaving his rump in the air for a moment. Nagendra’s stare lingered, captured by sudden temptation that tripped his coy, mischievous air. He blinked then, returning the smirk to his face (half at the fact of his distraction) and looking towards Valentine’s face again. He inhaled softly, tilting his head a tad and walking over to the other. Then he’d lower his nose toward the bluish wolf’s neck, attempting to give a bit of a nuzzle behind the ear and a bit of a sniff. Then he’d begin to try and give gentle, caressing licks to his ears and the top of his head. He wondered, was it an uncommon thing? His family had groomed each other all the time. Even when not used as a device of seduction, it was perfectly useful – after all, how else could one clean their back and head?