The Tangle [M] And roar beside the lions thinking how is it so easy

His meek smile reassured her. She wondered if he had done this before, or if he’d been relying on instinct as she had. She leaned into his embrace, and felt as though here, this close to him, she could feel his emotions. She thought he felt as uprooted as she did,  got the whole experience, and perhaps just as unwilling to let it pass.

Each breath of warm air he breathed into her golden-tinged ruff felt sacred, like something she should treasure. She nestled her muzzle into the fur of his chest, so that he could become the only thing she sensed, aside from her own joy. 

It was with a pant of sorrow, of course, that she realized at some point, they would have to part. She squeezed her eyes shut, and willed the rest of the world to simply stop and wait for eternity, so they might spend forever in that moment together.