Sea Lion Shores the sun is gone, but i have a light

rannveig drank in the emotions that overcame him; the sensation of her thin body firmly hedged against him, the softness of her sleek pelt -- the blossoming warmth of her skin.. he closed his eyes, savoring each sensation with a drunkard's desperation.

he would find it was over all-too-soon -- but he wished to hold her tight and close to him; as she pulled away, their bodies aching, his gaze pooled with mournful want. an old instinct overcame him and thought fled from his mind -- rounding carefully towards the cardinal, the mayfair-cairn tested her willingness by pressing his chest to her, rising to stand over her with his muzzle brushing behind her ears.