Bearclaw Valley remember me,

she sucked in a breath, holding it there for what felt like a streak of unmoving moments before she finally exhaled. "i think i loved the idea of him." arktos had been everything she desired in a man; large, strong, healthy, masculine. she wanted him for appearance, for his good genes, and he'd given her that.

"we never really knew one another, not in the way a husband and wife usually would." and she'd been ok with this, preferred it even. it made it easier when the inevitable end of their marriage came upon them.

and it had, and she had not grieved it.