Verdigris Ravine Poltergeist

"woman, you always give a lot of touch," zoug commented, but his single eye was soft, his voice gentled. 

it was good to have her warm against him, to feel his pulse quicken at her clear joy for their future. and if he allowed himself to think of it, it would be equal goodness to have children around.

it meant the tribe, and the clan, would go on.

and he could raise them properly.

for now he indulged himself and candle, nosing along her sensitive ears with something like a smile on his face.