Sequoia Coast come back! even as a shadow, even as a dream.

it was only his touch that caused her body to cease in its shaking. it was soothing, and it was warm, and deirdre at last turned into him to nestle her muzzle into the thick furs of his chest. she hid away there for long minutes; the scent of him, and the sound and feel of his breathing, was what calmed her. her neck stung, and as she relaxed he would see the superficial wounds dealt there. the injuries would not scar her, phyiscally.

when the rain itself receded, she withdrew and looked to his molten mahogany eyes. my father died, she told him, and my sister--she left. she did not tell me where she was going, i went to search... perhaps she should not admit this, to a stranger. but her heart had a great amount of something for the man that compelled her to tell him this. defeatedly, tiredly, she let her head fall to her forepaws. weak. i want to be strong. but i am tired. i am beaten.