Dragoncrest Cliffs from grueling anxiety

erzulie heard his heart beat against her ear.
so strange that she should find comfort anywhere to do with a man; she had met many great ones among them, but her own spirit had only found a true solace in rosalyn.
what njord offered was different. pleasant. the intimacy of pack.
erzulie mused upon unspoken things; she sighed so that his fur was moved beneath the sudden rush of her breath. there were no words that were necessary; they existed in the space of one another, and for a long moment she felt ageless as the long sky that stretched above them.
at length erzulie stirred herself, reaching slim muzzle to preen the base of njord's ear, thankful that even in the dizzying wake of her grief she was not alone in this moment.