Wapun Meadow You sleep rather soundly for a murderer.

Sounds good!

She promised to find him – he hoped she would, but it was a promise he took lightly. If she were to find her family, who knew what path would lay before her.. or, between now and then, what other opportunities would arise for her. Still, he did not allow this to dampen his thoughts, and so the shadow runner curled tighter against her, continuing to preen at her fur. He trailed kisses along her spine – to her nape, to flutter against her cheeks and ears. Still, he remained chaste in his approach to an extent – never before had he allowed himself such closeness to another, and he would not try to take the innocence from her. This was enough – and when the night would befall sleep, and only when she slept soundly did the Mayfair unfurl himself from her side, his eyes burning upon her before he slipped off in to the night. He could not do yet another goodbye – he could only wonder if fate would continue to see their paths cross once more.