Herbalists' Cache Remember When We Had Chocolate

He bathed in that brief moment where she returned the soft touch as he withdrew; as short as the time was he extended it to hours like he could live with her touch forever. He might.

The thought excited him. He bent to pick up Myrto and the gift of antler and inclined his head for them, the joy in his eyes radiating through his body, turning his brushtail into a whirlwind. He set off at a slow pace, letting her decide how fast they went. Perhaps they'd run as fast as the gyrfalcons dive, or amble as slowly as an old elk. Either way, he'd be the happiest wolf in Teekon because he was with Elve.