Redtail Rise my oh my

That flickering flame would snap within, with each reestablished point of contact between them. His own mouth doted upon her ears, her cheeks. New Snow panted happily, moving to press her nose against his own, and then moved to match him. Happy whines accompanied each gesture, vocal in her appreciation, in her adoration, and asking just as merrily for more, more! between wolfish huffs of laughter, the breaths they shared pluming cloudlike around their lips.

These moments between them were always cherished. The love of their kind was an animal thing, but no less true or real or capable of growing. For the feeling always seemed to grow! Become more, somehow.

She had hunted with him. Lay with him. Bore children with him. Fought side by side with him against their shared enemy—killed with him.

New Snow had changed with Mountain Boulder, evolved, and had grown too. But one thing always remained true of her character, and it seemed especially so with him: she was happy!

Her tail waved with this knowing. The fire within snapped within her as she watched her man prowl. And as she caught the scent of their quarry, New Snow snapped to attention. They were close.