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

he was without shame in his vocalizations, living for the sound of her own delight. he was her knight, her rex; he attended all of ameline with a teasing slowness which he had only cultivated through their generous rompings all the past year.
his own eyes shut, a reverence cowling the bearwolf.
so perfectly they fit as one, and he found his hoarsened voice long enough to express this with words meant solely for her fluted ears.
his breath hitched; he caught himself at control, a guardsman reining horses at the very edge of a cliff while a coiffed lady stepped down from her pearled carriage.