The Heartwood And will dead lips to speak?

Thank you. I will give you permission for small power plays in the future, given that she will probably have many rituals.

Dreven ghosted forward on brutish paws. He bent his head to the tiny femme, red eyes fixed on her pale eyes. The ragged brushing of her fur against his, caused him momentary distraction. He was a man of simple things, and he had been taught lovers embrace, and was often used as such.

He forced the thoughts down. Realizing he no longer had to rely on such ministrations, that he could get by on his own merit, not what he could do for others.

The brute was unsure what she was planning to do, but he wasn't afraid.