Lost Creek Hollow [m] still water

morwenna stood before him and sun eater — cen — drank the fruit of this vision, stepping back into a slow circle. he kept close as he did so, muzzle running the line of one hipbone, the curve of her spine, the soft guard hairs standing whitely in the night.

"danadze' nts'e dghisuunenl," the chieftain breathed, but he was no commander of teeth in this moment.

he belonged, he found, to her.

all thoughts of even suliya's sullen face fled; sun eater was enraptured and prideful and humbled all the same. in his heart leapt the living blood of desire; his admiration was again a caress, an exploration of sinew and muscle, the hollow of a slim flank, that curve of the other.

he marvelled that she belonged also to him, stroking her waist beneath the dreaming stars. "s'aat." filled with her, consumed by the piercing delight of their nearness.