Shadow Mountain Wire

Lestan seemed dazed; swooning and discomposing and floating and drowning all at once. Winter’s Wake felt power in this and a protectiveness he did not often feel so inclined to. He was a wolf all too eager to see the chips fall where they may… and yet… and yet…

You may be right, he sighed, wistful. I want many things, not just this mountain. He eyed his summerwolf pointedly and saw upon his face a longing that need not be.

You belong to me.

You should be here, also, the winter naga spoke softly. But! He could not accept if this was too fast for the stammering academic. Narcissus could not handle the thought of hesitation or rejection on the matter. So, an out from this quickly followed, just to make sure it was his refusal and not Lestan’s own. But I understand you belong elsewhere, too. The Creek is your home, but perhaps you will visit me. Here on this mountain.

I cannot steal what is already mine.

He paused, hesitant for once. I should like to find you here, beneath the face of every full moon.