Stone Circle silverweave

he did so and with quickness; he pulled her closer, feeling the race of her pulse and feeling his own heart quicken in return!
how lofty was the feeling of love! for surely that was what it was, this rose-gold sensation swirling in his throat and gut and veins and all parts of their chests pushed together, their fur meshing.
he thought of them. he thought of their homes, of the bear, of her wounds.
and then nothing; lestan was only deeply happy and fairy-light.