Bearclaw Valley my heart is in economy due to this autonomy

he met her breathlessly, arched against her own dark body. merrick murmured out a croon of want into the silken fur of astara's shoulder. his nightshade, crow, blackbird, raven — glimmering sable bird of prey come to encircle him again.
the boy was enraptured; he snaked his muzzle close to lick her mouth with a backward taper of his ears.