Sawtooth Spire glazed eyes, empty hearts

This form of affection had escaped them over the past couple of months. Having her in his presence now only rekindled his spirits towards her. While he still wished to know her mind as intimately as he knew her teeth and rough love, he took what snippets of her he could find and cherished them. Strange the distance they'd traveled from where they had first known each other to where they now were.

She stilled. He paused beneath her as the flat of his crown served as a pillow for her muzzle. His eyes glanced upwards, looking to her before a fish leapt through the water and plopped down beside him. He was painfully reminded of his inability to fish as his instinct thought to chase it, but his better sense refused to move him from their embrace. The again. That fish had broken their otherwise playful trance and reality fell heavy upon his shoulders... perhaps heavier than the weight of his mate he now supported in this water.

He woofed lightly. They'd found this place. They'd found the temperate warm waters and enjoyed their reprieve. Now? Now it was time they started heading back.

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