Northstar Vale sweet like candy in my veins

There he was—her eyes sweeping over him as she slowly sat herself down. The feeling was not new to her—not that of her heat. But the presence of one she loved during her time was new, and she found herself recalling their first meeting—a porcupine whipping him as he pushed her from harm.

The way they had kept bumping into one another, after that occasion.

She couldn’t recall exactly when the attraction had bloomed for her—but his intentions had been made clear on their trip to visit Basilisk. He had been determined to prove to her he would stay with her, and as he moved closer, she tipped her face up, waiting for a kiss.

“I’m trying to figure out exactly why you let me go out in public when it usually leads to my humiliation,” she greeted.