Gyrfalcon's Keep you said i was the [m]ost exotic flower

she looked upon the moonlit face of her lover fondly as she curled up beside him. the afterglow only making the fondness more intense. the previous virgin-shame was not present any longer; atka leaned against him, turning herself to preen through and kiss the fur along his neck.

no words were exchanged just now, unless perhaps dreven had something to say. this was a moment she was just content to dote on him, the worries and responsibilities would follow for her later.