Redtail Rise But She’s Always a Woman to Me.

they stood like that, trembling with their own unknown frustrations. ancelin had no words to speak of affection or love, or even if he meant it that way — he knew only that lilia had grown into the wild places of himself where coldness and feral light ruled instead of his heart.
with the greatest difficulty he peeled himself away, clearing his throat, shaking out his ruff, stretching, anything with motion and activity that would dispel the electricity that seemed to cling to his very pelt.
"we could spar," ancelin suggested, more hoarsely than he meant.