The Sentinels Bravery only means something to those afraid of death.

All of this so new, and yet -- so intimately right.

Raleska's skin shuddered as Dacio traced his darkened muzzle along her ear, a whisper of excitement reverberating down her cheeks, throat, spine. Her blood coursed through her in a new song, a new tempo -- rife and alight with quivering ecstasy.

Was this what was missing all along? Dacio's teeth preened her neck, roving down her spine in a chill that climbed pleasantly -- and yet, insistently -- down her backside. She reciprocated in turn, breathing in the scent of his fur -- of him -- as she nibbled gently along his cheek, down past the pulsing of his temple. 

Her enmity forgotten, all Raleska knew in that moment was that she was close to being completed. He was the key, the bind that took her feelings and funneled them to something better. Magefire crept along her belly, her skin abuzz as she rose to all fours now, cradling her neck around his lean shoulders with tugging hooks of her teeth, urgent along the long quills of his spine.