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

he met her speed and tossed small blows at her hips and heels, hoping to trip ameline in the manner of cats. but they were wolves here, bearwolves worshipping in the ancient bygone halls of cultists, whose altars sang with ivy and whose names had been covered by the crawl of morning glory.
he followed and teased and grappled until one hard forearm had come to bear around her honed waistline, until his teeth were at her ruff and the heat of their bodies mingled.
ancelin wanted to tell ameline he loved her, but the words were burnt out of his head; he must only show, illustrate with an aching jointure how she had never stopped being his ultimate obsession.