Blue, heat-less flames dance through Skully's fingers. She giggles softly, leaning back into the male fox and tilting her head to look back at him. Her eyes are wide and sparkling with the cold light and a fair bit of pride. Andra smiles back to her, pulling his embrace just a bit tighter and lowering his snout to hers. A small grin curls the corners of his lips, his voice soft as he speaks, “Still not as pretty as you.”

Andrahol Belongs to
Skully belongs to
Art by my dear friend