Silver Creek time

Rowan accepted the silence, finding the world still and quiet around them. A soft smile lit her features up as his breath only added the fog around them. Casmir was one of the few she had felt no pressure from, no matter what they were doing he had accepted her. If it was telling the children tales, Cortland nestled with a bone to chew and Mona curled into Casmir's plush coat - it all felt as natural as when they ran down prey or trekked the borders. She didn't feel judged as Constantine had made her feel, and she never stopped to consider motives or to fret over what Casmir's intentions were.

It was why when he sought her flesh she did not turn away, instead, as he began to groom and tend to her she relaxed into his touch with a breathy sigh. She tilted her head a bit to the side to give him more room, body shuffling just a bit closer as she sought the warmth he brought out in her. 

She didn't bother to be jealous, not of the scent of the Creek hopeful Grace as she clung to Casmir's coat. Casmir was not hers, though Rowan found herself filling all the aspects of her life with the male. Possessive while somehow being casual, she dared to turn her head to press a kiss to his temple, hesitating there just for a moment as she let her touch linger on him.