Bearclaw Valley remember me,

she sucked in a breath at the approach, eyes squeezed shut as his muzzled snaked around her nape. shivers, a tingle to the hot air against her neck. she'd not been touched, held like this since — !

heart dancing, beating against her chest as he spoke.

in that moment there was only him, his scent, his touch, his voice, his —

and he was slipping away in what felt like a whisper in the breeze. the warmth they'd shared for a moment now replaced with the wind tangling her fur. she watched as he went, leaving her coveting the closeness he'd given her, leaving her wanting more.

more.

his words whirled in her head, and she thought only of him.