"No," Nyxsha growled, her tail flicking warningly as she swatted Virelya's hand away with a quick, precise motion, her golden eyes flashing with protective ire.
Her black fur bristled, her massive form looming over Azareel like a guardian beast.
Sylvara knelt on his other side, her vine-wrapped fingers gently brushing his cheek, her amber eyes softening with a tender ache.
"His skin is so soft… he still smells like sweetroot," she murmured, her voice a melodic hum, her flowering hair rustling as a petal fell, drifting onto his chest.
"Don't smell him either!" Nyxsha hissed, shoving Sylvara back with a paw, her golden eyes narrowing.
"Why are both of you like this?!" Her tail lashed, stirring the moss, her voice thick with exasperation.
"You're territorial," Sylvara hummed, one leafy eyebrow raised, her berry-stained lips curving into a teasing smile. "You claim him, then scold us when we enjoy the view."
Nyxsha's ears twitched aggressively, her fur puffing out further.
