Bearclaw Valley the wake [m]

i still loved it! <3

ulysses did not pull away, he surrendered further to merrick. the sensation of power over so strong and large an individual thrummed in the boy; he trembled, turning to ash beneath the suggestion in the warrior's silvermoon stare.
their breath mingled; merrick poised himself, tail stirring at his hocks even as he dared hardly inhale. 
"you should probably get that."
no name for this; merrick did not label himself and never had. he had no word for what it was roiling within him, save for the knowledge that he wished to drink in all of ulysses.