Nova Peak [m]elancholic winter

She leaned into it, leaned into him.

A soft, slow wave of her tail behind her. Lost entirely in the thought of him — of them really. She thought of the places they had left to go and of the places they had been. She thought of how she had wept to @Kukutux of him injured in her village with her unable to see him. She thought of how he had mended to return to her. She opted to not think of the time apart because that was not the time that mattered when she had returned and heard his words.

He had picked her.

Over a village, over kin, over a life he had built while she had been away.

I know. Some bubbling start of confidence, of certainty spoken aloud.

And I want you wherever I go.

The feelings that she could never explain seemed amplified in her head, a deafening pound of her heartbeat, as she sought to somehow press further into him. Not that she was positive such a thing was possible.