Swiftcurrent Creek that aint no lie

she was a healer. thorn blinked, his gaze communicating he was impressed by such a deportment. he had never been the type to care for wounds -- he was more the type to exact them -- and the prospect of having a wolf alongside him knowledged in the arts of mending the body and mind was exhilarating to the eyjolfur.

he remained silent as she bent down to the egg, politely deferring his invitation. even declining his request, the sylph still seemed positive -- thorn did not take the rejection to heart despite the light frown that troubled his features.

perhaps she was wise to decline his offer -- many women had been stolen into the night, captured by suitors with evil intentions. thorn was not that kind of man, but he understood the world hosted all types of malign curs, and that perhaps aria was simply being cautious.

and then the unmistakable happened -- aria's muzzle brushed along his cheek, sending a shudder through the stocky beast. he turned upon her with his eyes wide, jaw slack in subdued excitement. "next time, then." thorn affirmed, daring not to return the gesture despite every muscle in his body willing him to connect with her.

he would refrain -- and as hungry as he was for contact, the black cur dipped his muzzle and backed carefully away. "aria." his voice was hushed, a growl of intrigue hid in it -- but without any other word, the male turned on his cobbish limbs and strode away.