Greatwater Lake their hearts and their bones won't come undone

@Lucy

Nearly a moon ago, he had mourned her here, on the shores of this lake. Spilled his heart's blood to Murdock, laying out all but the goriest details of his love for her. What had came to pass between them. How she had left him, she and the babes.

He came here with his stomach weighed down like a stone, his heart lodged in his throat. He felt like he was choking, resisting the urge to gasp audibly for air--he knew it was all in his head. His amber eyes gazed over the water's smooth expanse, frozen over with the cold winter days and even chillier nights.

I'll be gentle. He murmured endearments in her ear, torso resting lightly on her back, forelegs wrapped round her chest. They were both virgins, new to the coupling ritual they were about to commence. Her sigh rose through the air, piercing his soul with the sweetness of it.

Shale shuddered as the memory engulfed him, bringing him into the warmth and pleasure of that night long ago. Not only did he grieve for his dead wife but he lusted for her as well, and he felt incredibly sinful for it. To yearn for the body, when the soul had departed. . .

The man let out an aching cry, breaking on a sob, and sat back heavily on his haunches, the hot tears spilling from his eyes growing instantly cool on the winter air.