Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32339712-20170620061713/@comment-24934423-20170711112838

(The pups ran over to their father, not the soldier. :P)

In the setting moonlight, the pink tint of the Wurms cheeks can barely be seen. Her eyes, though, it was almost like Victor can get lost in them. And her smile, it's genuinely happy, quite unlike some of those from back in his village.

When he places his hand on her shoulder, she moves closer to him, pressing her bust to his chest, and she starts to wrap her tail around them. Her arms are next, looping loosely around his neck, gently bringing their faces closer together...

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"I found him on my way back," Mama Werewolf informs her pack mate. "Bastard pulled a knife on Enya, so now he can get to see what we're really like." She then glances over to the other adult Werewolf and added, "If you want him, go ahead, but don't break him too fast; he's a coward."

The other gives a feverish nod, eyeing the soldier like she hadn't eaten in days.