Bearclaw Valley they served you venison and morphine

He was okay with the lack of words because he was rewarded with contact. Outlander did not shield himself or pull away this time. It was okay because he knew now he was allowed this, that it was not unwanted for him to be close to Alarian. He aimed to drape a front leg over the other male. Outlander wanted him close, to shield him from the world and protect him. If not forever then at the very least for right now.

The large male aimed to preen delicately at any fur he could reach, a soothing action for himself and hopefully for his companion as well.