Moonstone Quarry [M] Do you dare to tame my fire?

his golden eye, bright as struck brass, searched hers. his muzzle brushed the crown of her head, then lingered at her cheek, a reverent hush falling over his chest. fleur. seiðkona. wife of my heart. the words were not loud. they did not need to be. they were vows.
his paw pressed beneath hers—firm, anchoring—like stone settling into earth. may the gods keep their hands from you. from us. a low hum stirred in his chest, not threat but promise. i will carry you, if the time comes. i will feed you from my own kill. build fire with my own breath. you will not want, nor our children.
his ear flicked as her breath whispered past it. his tail curled protectively along her back, drawing her closer.
we will live, fleur. we will endure. as man and wife, as heart and hearth. i will give our love a name, and the world will know it.