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

She felt a mix of shock and delight when he grabbed her again. Warmth that had lingered between them was brought to new heat again; smouldering embers fed new kindling and with a gasp she received him.

She spurred him with words, with sounds that weren’t even words, pleading with her voice though it rippled with the rhythmic pulse of their dance.

It might kill them both, to exhaust themselves this way- but what a happy way to die!