Redtail Rise i crush the seven golden stars

lilia bearclaw.
ancelin's eyes went wide and soft, an expression at direct odds with the scars relic had left. he stared at her, and then at the gift; he lowered his muzzle to explore the curve of the claw, its flanks holding the oiled sheen of good wear.
ancelin marveled in a low gasp, and then his indigo eyes were upon lilia again, studying her with a near-hungry intensity that burned that old natal valley in his pupils.
his.
his.
his paw covered the claw; he stepped closer until their breath mingled, his own smile catching at the end with something like the sense of being overcome.
"i think it does too. lilia and ancelin bearclaw."