Dante and Luna were sitting on an island in the middle of the swamp, which was hard ground surrounded by thick brambles, covered in sharp thorns. The Creepers found it after an hour of searching. Once learning this, the Death Forest Giant took them there and sat in the entrance, blocking it from any of the monsters after killing so many.
The Death Drakes circled in the water, tearing apart anything they came across. Dante set up the tent while the wolf woman was busy brushing her fluffy black tail. She looked relaxed while humming an unknown song. Luna's blue eyes lifted only to meet his, and a smile crossed her face. ''Would you like to brush me, master?''
''Alright,'' he answered.
Following that, Dante sat behind the brown-skinned beauty as he used a brush she looted from Blackharbor to comb through her soft fur. When Luna felt the felt stroke, she let out a moan, her ears straightened as her cheeks darkened even more. This made him laugh while continuing with his brushing.
