Picking firewood from the fallen tree, Askeladd leaned over her when he passed beside her, stealing a quick and little kiss from his human with a cute blank expression. The wolf's rough tongue licked at Sascha's lower lip and withdrew quickly, leaving the young woman even more stunned than before.
The half-human cub, the pixies, and the hidden relatives. "...!"
"It's around here, right?" Hitting the iron while it was still hot. The wolf brazenly advanced to the back door. The wide-eyed half-human cub still hung from his arms.
"Stupid wolf! Who has many years ahead with you? Who is your wife, ah?" Sascha recovered shortly after and could only sputter and curse the cheeky wolf attitude.
And so the generally stoic woman lost her unflappable demeanor. One hand held her belly flat, where her magic bugs grew and the other clenched into a closed fist. Sascha gritted her teeth in anger.
