Northstar Vale blood in the cut [m]

His broad muzzle smoothed over her crown—he shadowed her in so many ways and she found she did not mind, her shoulder brushing to his with a sense of ease. His admission to sleeping alone, though—that drew a sharp gaze from the healer, and a rather sour twist of her lips before she bent down to pick up her carrier. They were on their way—and it was probably becoming painfully obvious she was avoiding speaking of the elephant in the room.

“You could have stayed and slept at Epoch,” she grumbled around the leaf. “Tamar wouldn’t have minded.” Something about him sleeping alone in the dead of night in a strange place did not settle well with her.

And bitterly, she had to push aside the thought of him possibly sleeping very much not alone in the pleasurable walls of Akashingo.