Oystercatcher Tide Pools On the path less traveled

"two puzzle pieces fitted together" he said in a husky whisper of agreement and lifted his head up to touch his nose to her lips. What had he done that was so good that the gods had blessed him this way? His past was one of murder, violence, and revenge but not one of sweetness or purity unless you counted his brief time with Oxsana. The name felt so foreign in his mind that he blinked once and brought up her image. The image of his dark furred lover brought a sort of sad warmth, but not regret or shame anymore. Her death had allowed him to have this happiness and joy, and for that he would be eternally grateful until the end.