Stavanger Bay gently, gently, the constellations aligned

deirdre was truly surprised to hear the recognition in his voice, and because of it, she found herself inching nearer toward the den. and yet, she would not move without his consent! what she desired from him was true and legitimate trust. it could be said he would surely earn it in turn. in the darkness, there was nothing of him that she recognized, but had she looked at him in the light the pattern upon his fur would have garnered recognition, albeit vague.

you have? she queried, her interest true. the tone begged he continue, and yet, did not demand it; if he could not think of it, she would not fault him. as he turned from her, deirdre shifted her weight--but then, the invitation came!

she entered, slowly, not wanting to disturb him. does anything upon you hurt, rannoch? deirdre asked, have you any wounds? the way he lay, she could not see beneath him... and she did not yet come too close. may i come closer, to inspect you?