mephala's web

Crescendo watched as the cloud like fae lapped gently at her wounds. He growled low and deep in his throat, staring at the fae with harsh silver eyes. He felt the oddest feelings, a desire, a need, for company...

He loped forward until he was beside the fae. He shoved her, hard, until she rolled onto her stomach. He pressed his muzzle into her stomach fur, absorbing her scent. He continued to muzzle her muzzle fur soft fur, pausing every so often to nip at her neck. Finally, after what seemed like hours, he stopped and lay next to the lovely fae, panting. She was his. That he knew. @Star