Redtail Rise tuscany

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They interlocked like two hands. His heart swelled with something; he was not sure what it was, but it made him feel dizzy and glad to be lying down.

She smelt deeply of the Rise with acidic hints of a life lived. Sweat, dirt, wind, the sour notes of fruiting bodies she had brushed against in the woods. He admired the red sheen of her coat, gently worried a tangle out of her fur with his teeth.

For the first time in however long there was true calm inside of him, the sort of calm that made lakes look not like water but like glass panes of brilliant blue, shining as if buffed with sandpaper.

Redd is more than Wealda, he wanted to say. But it felt flat on his tongue, and he did not trust himself to convey what stirred in his chest at this very moment.

Instead he nipped playfully at one russet ear and jumped to his feet, the languid wave of his tail inviting her to come with.