Sunbeam Lair Romance and stars

The two dark creatures were one as they stood there in the ebbing midnight, fur interwoven as they touched. Like a great black lion he might have purred there and then, so content was he. Noctura looked down at Asterr as she spoke, though he could feel her sweet voice as clearly as he could hear it. Up close he was reminded of how young she was — mere months out of childhood, it was almost impossible to believe. For the way she held herself, and the way she led her devotees, was mature beyond anything he himself could hope to reach.

Not that he would hope to be someone he was not. Noctura had never been so comfortable with his identity. Perhaps because he was now Asterr's.

Dragons protect these lands, yes, he agreed with faith in his heart. And some call you the dragoness. Noctura had heard the term come from numerous individuals, and with this observation he noted that Asterr had begun to ascend beyond her calling.

And then, with great earnestness in her silver eyes, Asterr spoke appreciation. Noctura was not the type of wolf to shrug it off with self-deprecation, and so he said: thank you. Softly. He was thankful for her acknowledgement of his efforts. And, again, he was reminded of his own identity and how it made him feel these days. He was almost complete.