Firefly Ravine (m) who says I like right angles?

Her scent tells everything and nothing, all at once. No one staple scent clings to her, but he can smell the ocean.

His heart ached in a wordless way.

An invitation, a soft hum. There is the knowledge that he should not, but there is the thrumming instinct in his blood. A warrior, a brute, a Berserkr.

It was not his place to deny her anymore. He would offer her one more tentative moment, respectful of her decision to welcome him or turn him away at a last thought.