Bearclaw Valley they served you venison and morphine

He leans closer, sucking in a sharp breath as he feels Outlander's leg across his back. The embrace is consuming in a way he'd almost forgotten he's familiar with, and it reminds him that this is just another feeble bridge waiting to burn. He doesn't care anymore, though. Outlander's preening starts a fire under his skin, and it spreads quickly through him, burning away all rational thought as it rages bright and fierce. He starts to comb his own teeth through the other's fur, oddly calm for the flame flickering across his skin; they both know where this is going, and this time he won't let himself regret a damn thing.