Duskfire Glacier marrok

though she did not like it, lousine understood.

crestfallen, her gaze fell down to her feet. promise it to me, she gently demanded, keening up against his ear. that you will. that i'm not... wasting my time.

not that she thought any time with him would have been a waste. should he ever leave her — as much as she loathed the thought — even now, she knew she would never hate him.

she couldn't.

she pressed her face into his chest, cold nose against his throat, and she nuzzled him there, feeling the rumble of his husky voice. her paws fidgeted. the silence stretched before she blurted so suddenly:

because i think i'm falling in love with you.