Redhawk Caldera [m] old year absolutions

I needed to reply to something a little lighter/happier.

Fox had no reason to suspect that Starling was here for business. The two had never discussed "moving in together," so to speak, and Fox was pretty sure that it would be awkward (at best) if that ever did happen. They were fleeting lovers, meeting up only on rare occasions when coincidence put them in the same place at the same time. Except, of course, for the one time they had actually planned on getting together for another round.

The dark wolf stepped closer, and a low growl purred in the back of Fox's throat. "Not here," she demanded, rolling her shoulder to indicate they should move some distance away from the caldera's borders. She assumed that her lover would follow, and led the way to a quiet, secluded spot beyond the territory she called home. It was there that Fox stopped and turned to the golden-eyed girl.

Never before had their conversations lasted long, and Fox did not intend to break that tradition. She swept in close, gently nibbling on an ear.