Herbalists' Cache fever to the form

Birk was completely unaware of the she-wolf's inner turmoil, therefore he did not move from his place, just let his gaze wander accross her attractive facial features and then down along her spine and lower-body. A small part of his rational brain had awokened and asked a question, what was it that made a mere stranger he had met few days earlier suddenly so special and unique? It was no easy equation to calculate with his mind foggy the more time he spent in her company and inhaled that toxic perfume that made all the formerly improtant matters so small and so insignificant.

She rolled on her back and from this awkward position told Birk that he was too far. He furrowed his brow in confusion - what had she meant by that and what did she want now? For the lack of a better idea, he simply lied down next to her, his body merely touching hers, his eyes searching hers, looking for answers.