Silvertip Mountain black halo

sorry this sucks so much omg ;_;

He understood her introduction, terse and barren though it was, and a brief nod was all he gave in acknowledgement. Though he had suspected it was her all along, with her confirmation he felt a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. He had found the one whom he sought, whom his mother had sent him to find. Now, the real work could begin -- the work of establishing the newest pocket of Tartok and spreading their supremacy and dominion through the land.

Tonravik moved then, a sudden shifting of shadows and darkness that glided toward him and pressed into him with all the force and presence of a black freight train. He felt the heat of her body against his, the energy moving between them and bringing them together as one, sealing a bond of kinship and brotherhood that would remain unbreakable until one or the other was dead. He growled softly as the bear-wolf claimed him, her scent suffusing into his coat like a stamp of ownership, and his hackles bristled involuntarily. He returned the gesture, pushing himself upon her, claiming her as his ruler and his queen.