Wheeling Gull Isle hike up your skirt a little more

The man's words made as little sense to Doe as her words made to him. She stared at him rather helplessly as he drew closer, only seeming to realize that he'd moved at all when their furs were suddenly mingling, and the heady, foreign scent of him was in her nares. This is not Stockholm, she realized, but aside from that, she had no idea who he was.

Still, her eyes fluttered shut, and she loosed a pained whine that spoke more of her emotion than words ever could. Feeling comforted by his presence, she folded herself into him - under him, nearly - and tried not to think.

The world seemed... not brighter, perhaps. But smaller. Easier. Doable.