Shadowwyn Moor if i had to think twice

When he withdrew, Quill let him. Her heart ached and immediately, she longed for his touch again. It was comforting and strong, different than the way her father had held her when she worried for nothing, different than anything she had ever known. Ah, yes, the cubs, his pack... of course he had to return. Still, she teased in return, "I knew it." That they were assassins, she meant. Her tail waved and she grinned; Quill thought she knew a great many things in that moment when really, she knew nothing at all.

Quill grinned at his next words, heart skipping a beat as she recognized them. Quill could not call him out on the fact that he had said them before; his mind must have been as dizzy as her own. Would she ever see him again...? Her eyes held to his own, bright amber warm in the darkness.

"Hey--" She spoke, hopefully before he turned, but even if he was moving to depart. What was she going to say...? Quill took the reins, with the confidence of a new cowboy stepping into the rodeo for the first time... unshaken without defeat, yet still anxious with the prospect of it. She might fail, but she'd damn well ride that bull 'til she fell off of it. She figured, the bruise would be worth it, even if she did. "I know you've got a pack to go back to with assassins, and, you're a tyrant and all that, but if you've ever got time to spare, I plan to take a trip back here in four days. In case you want... an hour off, or something." She had nowhere to go and nothing to do, unlike him, so planned to investigate the new place... but at least she could rally back to a familiar face once more, right?

The invitation was on the table and she smiled warmly. Quill moved to press her nose lightly against his own before turning around herself, moving toward a hollow tree she had seen in the near-distance. That was where she'd be sleeping tonight, beside it and in the glowing light of fireflies.