Verdant Basin she may have died; we're looking into it.

Niamh didn't reject his advance. She didn't pull away in the slightest, but instead leaned into his embrace. Artaax dipped his head to her ruff, closed his eyes and breathed deep. He did so in an effort to calm his elation, but quickly found that it served only to increase his want for her tenfold into something that was beginning to feel more akin to need.

Gently, he began to do the same to her that she had begun to do to him - to preen her fur with his teeth, to nuzzle, to touch her neck, her shoulders, her anything. It was a nearness he had never before felt with anyone and it was simultaneously intoxicating and maddening. In spite of it all though, Artaax remained patient, slow in his movements, and gentle in his affections. Even as he stepped even nearer and reached a little further, down along her side, steadily towards her hip.