Stone Circle You're my favorite book

Fig chuckled at her prompt response, reaching to nudge her teasingly with his nose. ”Maybe if your children weren’t so needy…” he jested. It certainly wasn’t surprising, but children did take up an awful lot of time and energy. It was nice to steal some now just the two of them.

”Just natural talent,” he answered with a shrug. Truth be told, he had no real frame of reference for romance. The wolf he considered his mother was sister to his father, and he hadn’t really witnessed much of their courtships with their various paramours. He was perhaps simply blessed with an understanding of others, the wants and desires of their hearts.

He’d never thought much about it, and he didn’t spend much time thinking on it now as her next words stole his attention and had him holding onto his breath.

Fig remembered the words he’d wanted to speak once, but hadn’t. They came into his mind so often, it wasn’t hard to recall them now. But he hesitated, nervous. Afraid. What if he scared her? What if she rejected him?

He still wanted her to know, didn’t he?

”That’s a relief,” Fig said, his hesitation evident, ”Considering I am… entirely, and irretrievably, in love with you.”