Redtail Rise the teeth of seven thousand men

attunement; desire; their creed formed in sibilant whisper and in constant touch of one another. ancelin drew his chin over her hackles, enjoying the tickle just above his throat. "my dad was born away from here. i want to find it." a valley? a glacier? he dragged on things he knew.
tongue to nosetip; hers; his; "we can go anywhere, lilia," and ancelin meant it, licking the seashell whorl of her ear, nipping its bulb, all his blood cinnamon-hot and beating and now wanderlust, drawing out a thrumming sigh into her shoulderpelt.
imagining them beyond.