Shadow Mountain Wire

There was a war behind those sunblue eyes; it was clear for any to see. Winter’s Wake memorized the look, content to recall it in the quiet hours, satisfied to know he had caused such a storm of thoughts.

Then there was that beloved self-conscious smile, and the endearing lookaway that inevitably followed. However, the snowrunner could not tear his eyes off the pleasing, fascinating, likeable familiar. He watched Lestan in silent enjoyment, as if seeing the favored man in a state of undress.

I will return to your mountain.

Our mountain. A gentle, insistent correction.

He nodded the summerwolf away, onyxgreen gaze trailing to watch him leave. The night seemed to darken as the distance widened. The air felt colder.

It will snow tonight, Lestan. Wake called suddenly after him; the winterwolf’s way of farewell. It would be kind of you to think of me as it falls.