Wild Berry Meadow An avalanche

There is no outward response to his words, yet they slowly quiet the fears stirring deep in her chest. She is reminded, in this moment, that this is Aldric — the same boy she'd left behind in Minrathous, no matter how much he has grown since. And he is still all of the things she remembers him by: stability and warmth, a quiet presence at her side. Safety. Their relationship has never been the tempest she'd endured with Maelia, and she has no reason to disbelieve his promise.
She pulls herself from his embrace after several long moments, searching for his golden gaze. Words escape her when her eyes meet his, and she presses back into him with a series of fierce, frantic nips and kisses peppered along his jaw. Her actions are not gentle, but filled with a brightly burning, almost feral passion that threatens to overwhelm her even in its infancy. Aldric, She murmurs, teeth against his throat, breath fast and heated against his fur. She pulls away again, abruptly this time, dancing just out of reach with a sparkle in her eyes. If you want me, you'll have to catch me. The words slip from her breathlessly, and she turns without waiting, bolting in the opposite direction with every intention of making Aldric work for it.