Redtail Rise the teeth of seven thousand men

in a loving snarl, he closed his mouth gently around her cheek, sundered by the vibration that rushed through them both and shook his blood to boiling point; he simmered in peace and love and want, pressed entire to her flank.
"we should go out," he urged in breath that singed her throat and mingled their fragrances. for though ancelin would always come back, merrick and astara and their traveling fierce love was burnt into him, though he hardly knew their faces by description.
he wanted to share the land with her, land in a new place, before winter bound them close and spring brought events he could only imagine with the smallest instinct.