Boartusk Heights Golden Light Shining From Above [m]

Day was still panting, though he'd caught his breath some time ago by the time Amber slithered away. He felt light and carefree, and panting seemed the natural way to express this, though his tongue found its way back into his mouth as he slipped down beside the dark woman and pressed happy licks against her face, murmuring soft words of praise that rolled too-easy off his sleepy tongue. He hoped she was a cuddler; that she wouldn't disappear now that she'd gotten what she wanted.

"Think it'll take?" he asked, the question trailing as he gave a wide yawn. His body felt heavy and boneless, but he resisted the urge to lay his head over her shoulder and give in to sleep. There was too much to learn, and he worried she might disappear before they had a chance to figure this out.

"I'm at Silvertip Mountain," he said quickly, wanting her to know this, if nothing else. He gestured with a firm tip of his nose, "Just over there," but wondered now if that information would be of any use; there was a lot in that direction, and plenty of ways for a wolf to get lost. He'd find her, though. He would.