Raven's Watch Her body is my canvas, painted with butterfly kisses

He was half asleep when Mazatl rose, his mind snapping back into alertness as the small male detangled himself from his embrace. He watched with half open eyes as the boy rose, shook himself, and wandered away. When it became clear to him that this was no late night bathroom break, Athan followed the fresh trail of the boy's sweet scent, up the slopes to a ledge hanging over the land below. Athan watched for a moment, momentarily frightened at what he might do. The boy had not spoken yet, to him or anyone else. He had no idea what thoughts danced through his mind, or if he were truly happy. The strigoi approached tentatively, soundlessly, easing his way towards Mazatl. He lay near the deer-framed boy, his body providing a safe place for him to lean against if he wished.