Redtail Rise [m] Sīkärr

There had never been hesitance when it came to Skorpa. He gave her everything; all of himself. This great feeling is caught so roughly in her throat that Ayovi can only blink away the emotion in her eyes; clench the fluster between her teeth. His paw rises to take her face, and her’s to streak over the strong arm that holds. Down his to his shoulder, down across his chest. Touching; always. Playing. Laughing.
"Alt nu være anderledes. Bjerg, mig, du. Jeg havde blueprint jeg følger, Jeg vidste, hvem jeg var, hvem jeg gifter mig med, hvordan så dagene de næste tolv år ud."
She shifts a little more, widening her stance, making room for the lives they’ve made.
“Jeg har ingen anelse hvad sker der i morgen. Og jeg elsker det. Jeg elsker vores bjerg. Jeg elsker vores liv." Her tongue thrums, mouth breaking into a grin as she hovers her lips over his.
"Men, guder - jeg elsker dig højest, Skorpa."