Bearclaw Valley [m] Increasingly common practise of grill parties and consensual cannibalism

In the aftermath, Aventus dozed. He was too energized to fall asleep for real, so he lay there with his eyes closed, suspended somewhere in disbelief. Was this really happening, or was this just another dream? He certainly had enough of them about her in particular that went a lot like this.

Then Arielle stirred and pulled him back to the present. His veins were awash with a warm glow and his heart beat slowly now, relaxed but strong. The urgency and nerves from before had vanished, replaced by a tender affection. Oh, he would do that all day with her if that was what she wanted, but was content to bask in her presence now, the security of knowing they both felt the same.

My Arielle, Aves sighed, turning his head to preen the mussed fur on her cheek with a keen little smile. He wagged his tail a few times before draping it over her hip. My Bruin-heart. You are something else.