Whitebark Stream when that strange shape drove suddenly betwixt us and the Sun [mtr.]

they danced in the manner that two wild creatures do, all gentle touches and careful ministrations draped over a fierceness of spirit, a desire. together, they roamed, evening settled and darkness was pulled taunt over their claim. only then did they come to rest, in some perfect glade lit easily by moonlight. draped in soft silver, the gentle fall of snow all around, gold met silver.

she hums, low and content, as his ministrations trail down her throat. she is utterly motionless, made then of stone and marble. it is only when he pauses she moves to return the gesture, worrying the fur at the soft hollow behind his ear, trailing down his nape. it starts soft and careful, but as her touch meanders, so does it become more forceful, needing, and the croon that slips from the back of her throat asks a question.