Swiftcurrent Creek I love you will still sound the same

fade with your next post? :0

A low, thoughtful sound thrummed in his throat; he mused over the incantations he knew, and took comfort in the fact that she had come to him for new knowledge. A careful mull stirred in him; a porpoise. He would not have thought that such a gentle totem would have been Jinx's, and this was confirmed with her next words.

"I believe it can happen. We change as individuals, after all; a Totem that comes to you in youth may not be the one that lasts through your time as a grown creature." Lynx was his, but he had not felt Her presence in some time; perhaps the shaman would seek Her out.

Presently, Lecter moved alongside Jinx, inviting her with a vaguely playful expression to walk in the rambling direction of his den. 'Twas there he would ply her with the small, flowery herbs that induced relaxation, perhaps slumber.

For a long moment he held her eyes, simply basking in her nearness. Wife, mate; he had no true title for her, past the eternity of his love for her; his title for her was nameless, held in the quiet recesses of his heart.