Wapun Meadow You sleep rather soundly for a murderer.

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Constantine continued his ministrations, delivering onto her nape gentle nips and pressure, and Durnehviir never objected. She did not know why he so enthralled her, this dark stranger, one who set her skin aflame the moment he touched her.

He sighed, breath hot against the base of a ginger lobe, and did not answer her playful observation. Instead he returned thought to her lost family, and the tawny wolfess made to meet his tangerine gaze with a glimmer of what felt like sharp panic. Would she see him again? Would he truly be waiting for her near the coast? Durnehviir clung to that tiny sliver of hope, wanting so much to Friday get swarthy companion but afraid that, like most things in her life, this would all end in disappointment. 

"I will find you," was the dragoness' promise, as she reached up to tentatively touch her nose to Constantine's. She doubted she would find her mother and brothers in the vast wilds, but it wasn't something she was ready to give up on despite the budding urge to be at this mystery male's side.