Tuktu Hinterlands [m] bite marks

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it is not to peace and tranquility he wakes to, but fire.

fire raging all around him. fire in his chest, in his loins, in his gut. fire in his eyes now as he turns his head, eyes popping open to look upon the woman at his side. curled against him, her breath now warm upon his devilish face.

a dangerous game she played. he could smell it on her. they had laid to sleep and all was normal; now she awakes him in the mid of night, her scent swelling with a sweetness that pleaded for him. he must press his nose into his own fur to distract.

he would not take her here. not within the ruddy contents of their temporary den. he rises, ignoring the trembling of his nerves and ushers her to her feet. come, my love. a soft voice only for her, and he trails past her, out of the den and into the open.

it is a short walk, but one that felt like ages. he had seen a sprawling jungle oasis just a short ways of their den earlier, when he did his rounds to make sure it was safe. a waterfall trickling over a bridge of rocks, melting into the clear waters beneath. it is here he takes elowen, drawing her to his side where they walk upon the rocks and he presses a kiss to her forehead.

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