Dragoncrest Cliffs Say, could that lass be I?

Meerkat laid flush against him and Njord couldn’t help but notice how well they fit together. He, beneath her, like the rocky bottom of a stream and she, draped atop, like a winding brook. “Hmm,” he hummed contentedly, wrapping his arms around his woman to hold her close. He inhaled, the scent of glacier pine still deep in her tresses. “No, it isna a bad thing,” he agreed, soft lilt filled with amusement.

He reflected on Meerkat’s consent and the double entendre of her words. He wanted all of her. Forever. Njord’s paws slid down to the small of her back as they shared a tender moment inside their warm burrow, hidden away from the cold world. “You ‘av made me a ‘appy man. There so many things I want to speak about. I want ta better ken yer mind an’ heart.”

Njord kissed the top of her head as she laid against his breast, his grasp slipping further down to her waist. “Hmm, suppose there will be plenty time fer that… for now, I only wish ta ravish m’lady.” His blue gaze traced her outline in the darkness as his pulse accelerated once more.