Arrow Lake The fires of Mount Doom.

He moved to leave and it felt as if his limbs had been grabbed by the mountain itself. Held firm but with enough give to allow a few steps. She was swift and sudden, a flash of pale bronze like the embodiment of the very mountain they stood upon; caressing him carefully, a silent command to stay. Heat once again flourished. It spread deeper now, past his belly and in to his groin; no doubt the seeds of spring being planted early. Njal had felt something similar to this but only with his wife - his fire, his star, the woman who he should be with now - but the tempting touch of this mountain woman had him firmly locked in place. His fur prickled upon his haunch, his shoulders, and Njal found himself moving as if under the control of something otherworldly as he moved to caress her as well. A brief slip of his boxy face against her more regal one, a bonding moment that drew them closer and closer. Njal's body grew rigid but it was different from the hostility that he had experienced the last time he had encountered Xi'nuata; this was more primal, and very hard to ignore. He sighed a sharp breath in to the fur of her nape and breathed the musty scent of earth that perfumed the dark patches there; entwined, snared despite the distant knowledge that he should not be here. But it was difficult to pull away.