Ravensblood Forest and iron filling her lungs

He accepts, and a million thoughts spin through her mind. 
In all ways but his accursed halfling status, he was a suitable partner. 
Gingerly she shifts, drawing herself out of the water. It Cascades off her pelt and a shaft of light lit her from behind, causing her to look almost etherial. She hated Making herself vulnerable. But if they were going to lead a pack together they had to behave as mates. So she turned her head, exposing the seeping wound.