Wheeling Gull Isle keep a weather eye on the horizon

He spoke the truth and Maera knew it, the very desire of bringing everyone together for a meeting hinted about Komodo's unspoken intentions. Though no one had said it, she could not assure Axolotl that no one had thought of it. Some of the wolves, a pale female particularly, (Aria) seemed very comfortable at the golden eyed male's side. So with a low, thoughtful hum, and a lash of her tail Maera tries to think of something to outdo the shaman's idea to bring everyone together. "You must do something" she breathes, the wheels in her head still spinnign and crafting what that something could be.

Then, lost in the sudden display of affection she gives him, all thoughts about the meeting, Komodo, and every other wolf in the isle seem to disappear. The world beneath her feet and under her nose had been reduced to Axolotl alone. At least for the seemingly eternal seconds that their embrace seemed to last. Then, the ground began to feel solid again, and while Maera tried to calm her racing hearbeat by breathing through her parted lips, she almost missed the atlanian's confession. In a soundless movement, the flame pulls back a little, though she still remains at kiss-or-kill distance, and locks her eyes with his.

Felt like how? she wanted to ask, but somehow she knew what he had to be referring to.
The warmth, the euphoria, the shivers that climbed up their vertebrae, the almost bestial craving for proximity. 
That was it right? 
"i never thought one could feel like... this... for anyone" she whispered, her nose seeking to touch his cheek once again. She did not know what this was supposed to be interpreted as but she knew it was rare, special.
Yes, this was special.