Lost Creek Hollow my light

"honeymoon." unfamiliar on his tongue. words that did not flow together in his words, but locked as if they were clashing antlers in her own. a low and thoughtful rumble stirred in his throat, and his lips feathered over her forehead.

he saw himself falling.

he saw himself used.

when he glanced down into morwenna's smiling eyes as she spoke of he, her husband, he felt the terrible blackness of that rage moving in him. do not deceive me.

he let it go.

"i want steal you now," he countered, brazen; he pulled away to circle her stormcloud frame, snorting twin plumes of heated air as if he were a caribou bull. in a joke, he lowered his head as if to drive her on, but reined himself and regarded her with a lightness to him that had not been in a long while. a good man. sun eater was not certain he agreed, but there was no argument in his heart.

"'ele' tuu idilah." single eye scintillated, and he returned to the closeness of the caribou hide gilded now with her warmth; he drank in the contours of morwenna's face, bending close. "'ele' besdilah."