She had pushed him back at his testing tongue and it sent him somewhat off balance, and he made a small prance move away from her to stabilize himself. This was all very interesting, but it felt very right, much like what Zalen had intended would soon become of the interactions between his pack members the more and more comfortable they became with the natural part of themselves. X’y seemed to already have the subtle language of the wolf down pat, and Zalen could not help but to be both envious and exhilarated.
His onyx tail continued to wave, this time with more fervor, as the Ichikan female moved away from him. She was quite beautiful and strong, her muscles adding to her frame in such lovely ways. Her fur was also something of a marvel, falling long and crimson ringlets even in this form. For a moment he was mesmerized, but then he noticed that she was beginning to change. His breath hitched and he looked away, turning himself in a circle and pretended to become interested in some indiscriminate scent on the ground. To him to shift in front of someone else was a most intimate affair, nearly as intimate as love making, for it showed the spectator the most delicate and weak side of oneself. Zalen didn’t feel as if X’yrin was doing so in any romantic sense, but one of trust. Still, Zalen could feel his dark skin heat up, and if he were lighter he would surely be flushing.
After a moment he chanced a glance back at the woman, who now had changed into her smaller quadruped form. She was quite becoming, and very feminine. If both of them were not mated for life, he would have been tempted to further their relationship, but for now such thoughts were nothing more than whimsy.
The cinnamon girl then bowed in that playful way before him and batted at him and he barked out before mirroring her stance. So it was play she wanted? Well he was up for a game! He jumped forward slightly, mouth open in a smiling and playful snarl.
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