Ravensblood Forest I was doing just fine before I met you.

He did not leave her to linger, but instead swept in to support her. Durnehviir let herself lean into her dark guardian's embrace, forehead snug against his swarthy chest as she inhaled sharply in attempt to steel herself against the tug of her emotions. 

Constantine caressed the ginger fur behind an ear, delicately preening and soothing, and the russet beauty felt herself begin to deflate. He spoke to her with words of assurance, reminding her that he was right there. Instead of turning tail and running from her confession, he seemed to welcome the rawness of her feelings by admitting that his own heart had experienced similar turmoil.

She stepped as close as she could, tucking herself firmly against her dark-pelted companion and flicking her tongue past soft lips to the warm fur of his throat. "We should," Durnehviir encouraged simply, releasing herself from her companion's hold only to look upon his face and seek to meet his smouldering gaze.