Word of the Day 100 Challenge: Small beer
Threshold
by Red Wolf
The wolf bounded down the stairs and, leaping from the doorway, landed on the bed. A startled Spike found himself the recipient of canine kisses that became something else as the wolf became a woman.
"Miss us?" Wolf nuzzled his throat, her too rough tongue coarse against his skin.
"Course." Arching against her body to show her just how much.
"Mummy's very cross with you, Puppy. There'll be no games for you until you learn to play nicely."
Wolf shrugged, it was small beer to her. Turning back into a wolf, she curled into a tight ball at Spike's side.