The Floodlands Hold Me, Love Me, Stay With Me [m?]

A starwatcher! Dagfinn knew only enough about the night sky to find his way in the dark, though his mother had tried to teach him the constellations and the stories behind them.

"Maybe you can teach me about the stars," he murmured, his voice turning husky as his thoughts returned to the other things she taught. Unbidden, his nose rooted through her fur to push against the skin of her neck, searching for a stronger whiff of the scent he hoped he'd never get used to. "You're a good teacher," he added, genuine in his praise of her but still a little shy.

He didn't think he'd ever been shy before.