Sunbeam Lair Wind

The air in my nose does feel abnormally sharp.

Tail wagging in laughter, he thought then, in this playful mood, that he could be partnered with Kirain alone for an era or more, and he would be content. As much as he desired others— and plentiful at that— he knew most wolves would not compare to her particular brand of company. She was the springmelt of his soul, the blossoming flower of light in a vast and dark field.

The bonfire he felt, the idea of her cleansing his sinful heart, his serpentine spirit, brought to Wake a final thought.

I have a name for us— our pack, he announced, out of the blue. Phlegethon. For the mythic river of fire. Most would glean negative connotations of such a concept, and especially someone with a plant affinity as Kirain, so he watched her expression now for judgement.