He's motioning to his right shoulder blade. Kinda like this positioning.
A rather bitter smile forced its way onto his face. Whatever else went on in the world, Eris would always be the center of her own universe. She was self centered and if not for her body and her magic, Larkspur would have found her insufferable. Both ears turned back at the woman’s voice, orange eyes glimmering with the faintest hint of aggression. Often he wondered about his mate’s duties as well, but in Salsoa, he was not able to question her.
Besides, they had an understanding. Larkspur remained still as the Kimaris woman’s hands played with his face, studying him as he might study one of the horses. A dull sort of humor bubbled up in response to this action. She clearly thought of him much like he thought of the beasts of burden in Salsola. “She is not a coyote,” Larkspur said plainly. If looked like one, he never would have chosen her. “Eris always chooses wolves.” Haku. Ouija. Whomever else she might have slept with behind his back. Suddenly, his face twisted with a deep anger and he looked away from the Crone. “Here,” the Arbiter said, pointing to his right shoulder. “On my back.”
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