Seaside Moors Unmatched Talents

her chin would tip only when she felt his muscles slacken beneath her, accepting defeat as the pallid woman grinned her own victory; lustrous look glinting ardently. she arches a brow, head tilting at his mournful cry as she took the time to appear to ponder this very thoroughly. in fact as the moments slipped by and she frowned thoughtfully to the shivering moors, it almost seemed as if she'd forgotten the nature of his question altogether before she declared without a lack of vehemence "dreadfully boring! i guess the widow life is not for me, you've permission to come back to life now" and with that she'd shift herself from her perch and flop into the heather's embrace by his side, nose wrinkling at the tickle of coruscating dust stirring to life at the motion. laying on her back, she'd lift minute paws high to sky in a satisfying stretch, pushing to the point of arching her back from the earth before letting gravity tug her back with a content 'hmph', folding limbs neatly over her chest as she turned her head to blink at him.

it was still all rather surreal to her, knowing that some little part of each of them belonged to the other. would it ever grow mundane? or was it one of those ethereal forces that would succeed in snatching your breath away every single time, from the moon to the sun and the riveting sea; perhaps love was just as potent as those forces. ancient and eternal. she had yet to tell him about her agreement to accompany rowan as far as blackfeather and help him look for moonshadow, nor had she mentioned that rowan was planning on building a pack in the stalwart blackfeather woods and she really ought to. a sigh huffed forth, she simply did not wish to risk rocking the boat when things had been so serene as of late. but she would have to tell him eventually and well, there was no time like the present. but when she did let herself speak, she merely lilted "how've you been?"