Swiftcurrent Creek Tutto tremante

Like a comet caught in the pull of another planet, she circled him, slow and elliptical. He froze as she brought her tail up under his chin. The fine fur tickled his throat; he swallowed and turned his head away.

She said his name and it left her mouth as if there was real texture to it, a tangible and weighted thing with all the properties of matter.

I had a home, he managed. But there's no shame in being a lone wolf, every once in a while.

He started to turn and face her but she was already there, each step sensual and soundless. You smell like a pack.

The furrow between his brows deepened. He told himself that he could leave any time he wanted. He told himself he had no reason to leave, not just yet.