Wheeling Gull Isle pi day

for a long while heda and caracal only held each other, and she felt a secureness in his searching embrace that she had not experienced in a long while.
at length she drew back, shy, sheepish, delighted. "i missed you," heda admitted with a twinge to her spirit that was truthful as it was painful.
shouldn't she only need god?
but she had come to need caracal too, to want him here. to daydream of little wolves running through the shallows between their legs.
her cheeks burned; a small, self-deprecating laugh escaped her.