Swiftcurrent Creek I love you will still sound the same

ahshshsldls;; we need the fancy mate titles now <3

For a long, agonizing string of heartbeats, Jinx was silent. While Lecter knew that she was mulling over his invitation in her mind, she remained without words for so long that he vaguely wondered if his lover was searching for the gentlest way to reject his bold advance.

Her surprise did not escape the notice of the pale witch, and he gathered her closer against him. A rare smile curved his lips at her acceptance; he closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of her fur, a mingling of earth and fire and perhaps even a hint of the salt he would forever associate with Shearwater Bay.

Upon this mountain that she would claim for them, for her own, they would grow in a fashion that he could not understand until it came to pass. Though perhaps Sos would never grant them children, preferring that the only issue of Lecter's was Clarice, the shaman found true happiness in the Mambo. She was the binding tie between himself and the Kesuk line, the last remnant of the Bay; she was his confidant and his pupil, though at times Jinx was also his teacher, and Lecter was pleased to learn from her.

He nodded against her. Silence was his milieu; keeping his jaws tight around the other wolves of the Creek would not be difficult for the reclusive man. A youthful sound broke from her then, and Lecter let the pink of his tongue stroke her shoulder thoughtfully. "Of course; was it something specific that you wished to be taught?"