Redsand Canyon perseco

perhaps it was the rigour of the day. perhaps it was the extra patrols added since minne and tierra had been attacked. perhaps it was the good feeling of exhaustion, of stretched muscles and a body honed back to its prime by heavy work.

whatever the reason, when germanicus returned late to the den he and @Fennec shared, she would find his greeting silent and desirous, hunger and something else licking at all his veins. something that grew in strength.

the eagle had built his stamina for war but now used it for passion.

afterward, he looked out at the falling snow and silent trees. "it is time to go on our winter's march. and somehow i want only you and i to leave for a time."