Bramblepoint the beat of the song

She was as cool as a river, as beautiful as rapids. And he was caught in the current. His breath came as a gentle purr from deep in his chest as he moved closer, allowing her explorations as the invitation was mutually accepted. Zeal nuzzled gently at her ruff just behind her ear, letting the silver strands tickle gently against his nose. Her fur was as soft as clouds, he noted dimly as he tried not to drown in her scent.

Then she spoke once more, her voice just as sweet as cool spring water to a man lost in the wilds. "And I've found you," he answered, more than pleased to savor this momentary reprieve from the harshness of life, to share this gentle moment of intimacy with a beautiful stranger. Would anything come of it tomorrow, who could say? But for today, this oasis of silver and jade was the whole world. "This is right where I want to be," he breathed.

This felt right. Thoughts left him, the world narrowing to a sensory exploration. They were carried from each moment to the next lead by instinct.