Bearclaw Valley woe.

sweeping her against the fierce, eager cadence of his heart, ancelin laid kisses from the roundness of one ear to cheek to shoulder, to hip — he lingered there with a devilish look, raking his fur through her fur before sinking them both to the ground.
in these moments, he was truly one-track minded, but his heart said a thousand things his body only had one language to convey, and the sensation now was of an exquisite bonded nearness that had deepened before they ever conceived their first litter.