Altar of Twilight it's strange what desire will make foolish people do

He made room for her, pulling in the myriad of scents that littered her coat in passing, but no move forward was to follow. A throaty murmur trailed in the wake of her question—he had not fogotten. And how could he? There was plenty that had happened in a year for certain, but there were few ments when she hadn't occupied some part of his attention.

"I do," he replied, moving to preen at the downy tendrils of fur at her ear. "I have thought of you often, now that the snows are here." And with that of course, he had thought of her proposal and all it entailed—all it could entail, too. Try as he had to fight the ebb and flow of the world, he had almost forgotten what it was to simply go with the flow. Even stubborn bulls needed their rest.

"I came here knowing I would find you."