Witch's Marsh going on tilt

With two deft steps, the Bluenose closed the distance and pressed against her, and for the first time in a long time, Saena felt stress melt away. Her life was nothing but stressful, mostly by her own doing and very slightly on account of her pack never quite living up to her dream of it, and so total relaxation was hard to find. In fact, it was almost a new sensation altogether.

She remembered how he had collapsed into her when finding them in the maplewood, and wondered how she could not have seen this before. She knew almost nothing of Luke's various lovers and free nature, and supposed now that what he wanted was a life with her. She was surprised to feel she wanted that, too, but Saena supposed it wasn't so surprising after all. With clarity, she felt the life she truly, deeply wanted, and she was ready to throw everything else away, right here and now.

She lifted her snout to nose his chin, his cheek, and a teasing brush of her nose over Luke's. Her rear end wiggled slightly, almost as a substitute for wagging her tail, and she whined contentedly as she began to tend Luke's neck with gentle brushes of her tongue.