Ravensblood Forest the one minute. the soldier's minute

Blurp. This post is very short. I am getting tired. X3

Bewilderment filled the girl’s luminous argent eyes as they fumblingly grasped for and held the Ceannasach’s fiery orange ones. Her small ears, bearlike but for their triangular shape, fanned uncertainly back toward her nape in shame — but when he uttered her name, they snapped forward upon her crown as if drawn by some powerful magnetic force. Eager. Selfish. “Arturo,” she whispered tremulously as he drew nearer still. His breath fanned hotly against her ear as he softly asked of her intentions, inciting a quiver that escalated sharply into a rolling wave of tremors that danced tantalizingly up and down her spine. “No,” she insisted feverishly, regaining a measure of her strength despite the new and dizzying waves of sensation that swam frantically through her bloodstream. “Never. I never planned that, kuningas korpit. It is only that Kaniini is too timid and Solene never smiles.” She summoned Dagfinn’s image and advice: “You’re as real as I am, Lotte. Remember the you that you are with me.”

“I am real,” she breathed, and put her faith in the Fearghal much as she would her brother, but for a completely different reason. Her broad muzzle trembled as she nuzzled the underside of his chin — a vulnerable place, but if he attacked her for her audacity, it would be no less than she deserved — and rubbed her cheek against his in a prolonged caress as she tipped her head back and bared her ashen throat to him. “Vannon, I did not plan to hurt you,” she vowed, yet wondering at the strange and unfamiliar warmth that raced with breakneck urgency through her blood and weighted her limbs with a slow heaviness.