Swiftcurrent Creek Stare al Proprio Posto

Her smile. He could not help but return it with one of his own. And she had come to visit! Nothing was wrong, nothing amiss, just a visit out of her own will. Perhaps he should have come to the valley, to her own home, sooner. I'm glad. he said. Mostly that their packs were friendly—that there was no need for this to be a secret.

She moved closer to him, then, and for a moment he worried that she could hear his heart drumming against his ribcage. Loud and pounding and acting as if it could not get blood to his body fast enough. Warmth flushed within him. Let me take you back to my den. he murmured, scanning her gaze almost thoughtfully. A request, though not a demand. He would make himself content with staying out here, should she wish.

But he wanted to be with her in private. Their own little bubble, their own conversations, their own presence. He wanted her scent upon his bedding. The memory of her lingering even after she would eventually have to leave. A gaze casted upon her, yearning, full of want. Of need. For connection. For more.