Bearclaw Valley [m] You can be everything you want to be before your time

their play soon edged itself in ice, and ancelin found himself in a possessive furor as he pursued, snapping at her heels and nipping toward whatever flank soon moved beyond his reach.
her scent billowed around them, around their forests and stone spires, around their trees and their altars; he became drunk on it, eyes darkening as ancelin took the aspect of wealded rogue and focused wholly upon the round hips of his queen and markswife.