Blackfeather Woods So what do you want from me

No.

Copper eyes focused on her, following her movements until they were touching. Though taken somewhat by surprise, he did not pull away, allowing his muzzle to linger there against her own. He knew he needed not say anything more, her decision clearly made. When the north called to him and those long-ago memories made his heart ache, he would have her there within his reach—a piece of the north to keep him grounded, remind him of where he’d come from, and speak with him in a language that few southerners could comprehend.