Wapun Meadow seek the light,

her question had not caught her by surprise. if anything, it felt like a replicant of the thoughts that had been spinning around her head, too. she smiled, now, his breath warm against her ear. you are mine, aggakkut, her words were soft, lilting, as she moved her maw so that she may pepper kisses amongst his jaw. as i am yours. i am ready.

dawn-hued eyes met his of ambered bark, seriousness and affection mingling into something new, unfelt ; something unknown, a feeling that had never swirled with this sort of intensity, rattling against her chest like a caged bird that wished to be free. i do not care for what sort of man you once were, came her conviction. only for the man that you are, now. for that man that you may become. i will have you, dolce, and you will have me. for as long as the deer roam and the seasons change.

a breath, then. a gentle smile. a careful nod. you will have me.