Lost Creek Hollow baby please come home.

Luke seemed also surprised by her action, but not nearly like Harlyn was.  He gave her a gentle smile that warmed her tension.  He paused, as though deliberating something.  She assumed he was deciding what to say to fill the awkward silence that was beginning to stretch between them while her own mind reeled with conflict and instinct.  She needed to leave; to walk away from whatever this sudden heat was between them.  And yet, the druid stood still, unable to move as Luke came towards her again.

She felt his fur brush against hers as he moved his muzzle past her neck.  The touch upon her spine was undeniably sensual, but forbidden, but.. electrifying.  Harlyn didn't trust herself to move, but without even realizing it she had - into him.  She tilted her chin up with a heady breath, her eyes closing as she returned the ministrations upon his neck and shoulder.  Her tail swung high as want and primal instinct drove her.  Somewhere in her mind, her better sense was reaching desperately to regain control.  But for the moment, she was a young wolf again - free of attachments and lost in the beauty and celebration of love, beyond consequence.