Sleepy Fox Hollow this love it is a burning sun

Lorcan trailed Envy at a respectable distance, his movements light and practiced, the snow crunching faintly beneath his paws. His sharp eyes stayed fixed on her silhouette, quicksilver and restless, slipping through the brush like the whisper of a storm. He had no intention of interrupting her; the mountain path was hers to take.

But then he saw her.

Not Envy, but the soft figure by the stream, her light fur catching the faint glow of dawn as she stood, so achingly delicate against the rugged terrain. Elowen. His dove.

For a moment, the world narrowed to just her. Lorcan froze mid-step, his breath lingering in the crisp mountain air as he studied her. The way she rose, cautious and reserved, stirred something deep within him—a possessive need to protect, to draw her into the warmth of his shadow and shield her from whatever danger the mountains might bring.

He moved closer now, his steps heavier, deliberately breaking through the quiet. His presence was no secret—he wanted her to see him. The curve of his mouth tilted into a slow, deliberate smile as he finally spoke, his voice smooth, low, and unmistakably coy.

Well, if it isn't my sweet dove, he murmured, his eyes fixed on her, a gleam of something almost predatory behind the warmth. Not so lonely now, are you? I've seen you met my Envy.