She had nearly forgotten what it felt like to have his attention on her. Thoughts of how she missed its intimacy filled her mind, until she became aware of how much she had longed for it in their quiet days. The eye fixed solely upon her and not drifting to the borders of the Vale. His thoughts on her and none other if only for this moment in time.
Smiling gently to his reply she inched her paw forward carefully to rub at the base of his ear. Her lids grew somewhat heavy as if suddenly burdened by the spell of sleep, but the spark of her eyes showed she was very much awake. The hammering of her heart against the earth would tell of it as well. “And you rarely speak at all… at least to me.” By no means could she fault him for this, as his loyalty and duty to the pack was commendable. None could ask for a better guard to their haven than the beast that kept it whole. He was the embodiment of the mountain, towering, cruel to the face of the fearing, yet secure in its foundations. Never out of sight long to make those within his range feel unsafe. Dangerous to cross without caution, yet a splendor to marvel in all his complexities.
“But…” she breathed softly as her muzzle lowered to rest beside its coal other. “If I am quiet now… will you speak to me, please? Will you share with me your thoughts… so your den will not be cold?” Never had she asked for anything as cryptic as this, yet she could not find words by any other means. She did not want to leave his side, not ever. But she could not deny her perceptions of their relationship; how she felt herself drifting with each silent night and day she went further unseen in the manner she desired. She wanted much more, the look she had been given on the mountain. The spark that had charged between herself and Njal. The elation in heart she felt the day the warriors gave chase in the pines. |