Moonspear don't need caution, you're gonna find out; in this lifetime, only upsides now

Her laughter was an exciting thing—it was rare, perhaps borderline divine in the current season they were in. She lead and as always, he followed, driven by a biological imperative so easily ignited within. Her rumbling was met with one of his own as he rose to the occasion, intent on capitalizing on it while her mood was still favorable, for as long as she was willing to have want of his company.

But once more she parted from him before he had opportunity to seize her and Dirge did not need to see the clever grin on her features. Seclusion meant little to him, but half of the fun was purely the chase, the swan song of a dance they would perform leading up to consumation of a still enduring relationship. Deep into the wood he followed her no more than arm's length behind. Wanting but not needy, for he knew she would offer her gifts as she pleased.