The Heartwood If the Fires don't burn it down

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As if reading his thoughts she appeared like some sort of goddamn dream. As was always the way with Atka. Knowing intuitively what he needed before he did. He didn't understand this, whatever it was between them. But if he could love, he imagined he'd start with her. She did not ask him for anything, but him in all his absolute shit fueled glory. Scars, vipers tongue, and lust. Pretty much what made up his core.

He turned red eyed gaze towards her yellow eyes. Those eyes would be fine on pups, he imagined. Not so much his demon ones. He frowned for a moment lost in his thoughts of what he didn't know, before he turned back to her.

You can crash my party anytime, Snow.

He tilted his head, eyeing her up and down and gave her a shitfaced grin. The kind he only reserved for her, full bodied and open, ornery as hell.

I'll talk about it, if you promise to hunt with me after?