The Sunspire the world was on fire

At first graze, the large man flinched, and she had paused in her ministrations until she had felt him relax. His fur faintly shifted with her breath before she pulled away, though he now leaned toward her as if eluding to the silent promise that he could indeed be the rock in which she needed.

He spoke of earning her—stirring the girl to release a shaky breath before she placed a smile upon her lips, no longer wishing to dwell in her mind of Taliesin and the wolves of her past.

“And how does our great General see Diaspora in the years to come?” The smoky wisp of her voice once more shifted back to the light and teasing manner she had become accustomed to in his presence. It was far easier to be careful and safeguard one's heart when the conversation remained light.