yay!
Strel was happily curled into his lover's arms, resting against his strong chest. Noss had his arm under the Dauphin's neck and fingers were playing with the dyed locks on his head. They were muttering words to each other as the redheaded man traced patterns in the pelt on the warrior's chest. Soft, low laughter echoed in their small room. The two of them were being quiet, both doors closed to keep everything private. Legs tangled over the layers of old blankets and new clean furs, the two of them were pressed dangerously close. Noss nibbled on his lover's ear and the redhead chuckled into the man's neck. With a sweep of motion, Strel straddled the warrior's thighs leaning over to give the man a lingering kiss when a howl came in from the distance. It was muffled by glass, brick, and wood, but both men still heard the call with looks of sadness and frustration.
Noss slipped from underneath the Dauphin's pelvis and left the bed. Strel sighed as he moved to the edge, smoothing out his tangled hair. Noss tossed the redhead a bone comb, which Strel ran through his locks with looks of pain as he rose to find his clothing. It would have been easier to travel without them, and faster to boot, but there was a level of propriety to be observed. Plus, they were not made to be folded on a shelf. As soon as he was dressed and ready, the redhead gave his lover a brief look of apology as he left their suite of rooms. Hopefully, this could be brief. "I'll be back soon, handsome," he said, disappearing out the doorway. All he heard was a grunt of recognition, and Strel countered with one of his own.
He slipped on his jacket with a sigh, heading off in the direction of the call. Raising his head, he returned it with one of acknowledgement. Soon enough, he caught sight of Ayasha mounted on a horse. The tribe really loved their horses, that much was clear. Eying his sister-in-law's adopted daughter, the redhead brushed back loose hair from his eyes. "Ayasha, what a surprise. What brings you here?" A look of concern flooded his features as he looked behind her. "Is something wrong?"
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