Moonspear [m] tabula rasa

He'd never known anything like this. Was this how it had been when Caracal found Heda? Had they shared this same kind of connection, a kind of electricity in the air like the sense of lightning before a storm?

Was that ozone he smelled, or just her yearning and sorrow, wild and unchecked?

She looked at him, and Killdeer took her into his arms. He wasn't sure if he was capable of being the sun to dash away her dark cloud—but he sure as hell would do his best.

Thank you for letting me love you, he said on impulse, muttering the words against her neck. 

He was ready to go further; all he needed was her plea—or command. Either one, he'd follow in earnest.

fade to black and cont.? fade? up to you!