Lost Creek Hollow [m] still water

her comment upon his gaze brought a small curving smile; her observation of their ruffled fur and languid flesh provoked an humoured inhale of breath. he was unsure of her touch to his face; he grew quite still as her claws brushed just the very edge of where his eye had once sat in its torn altar.

tenderness. 

a deep hunger had grown in sun eater, so ferocious that he scarcely understood that he had been carrying it about all these months. perhaps years. he ached for this affection the silverwoven morwenna offered now, marvelled at its summerlight uplifting.

heartbeat galloped warhorse drumming over the plains of their shared breath. he tried to return his wife's gentleness for the next ageless wheel of time, mirroring in desperate grasp something he had not tasted before.

but it felt as though he was not able to have enough, and greed made a rougher man of him at the end.

"what you want to be with saatsine?" sun eater asked when breath had been restored to him. mellifluous her voice; the chieftain wanted to hear it again, this time painting the lines of what morwenna would ask from him. his own eyelids had fallen, every muscle langorous, his limbs soft and loose upon the caribou hides.

yet there was no threat of sun eater ignoring any threat that might pass; his current state did not rein the instinctive creation which he had been sculpted to be.