Fox's Glade to me, from the timbers,

been thinkin' 'bout you, came his tongue, rugged, accented in a way that made her brain tingle when he heard it. where tvar's words stirred something primal within her chest, dolce's made her heart bloom, almost as if his sentences came as an honour to the dove. yes, snowwoman said through what was practically a beam upon her face, now.

a teasing tone carried her next words: do you know the way back to the valley, siqinniqtillugu? eyes squinted, almost glowing with affection. before they would begin to walk, she would nose about his rightwards shoulder, rubbing her cheek against it as if restoring her scent upon his body. restoring her claim, her presence upon his fur.

she moved past him, then, as she had the first time they walked together, letting her tail flow across his side. i expect you to lead, her words spilt from dark lips as she looked back at him, a grin squinting her eyes, a growing warmth within her cheeks. a tone laced her words, a meaning that she could not quite place, thought it was something inviting. alluring, one could say. a wish for him to guide her. to be her compass.

her north star. her sunlight.

he was many things, and yet, all of them were hers.

maybe another round of posts & then we can continue the thread in the valley? ;D