Duskfire Glacier Endure and survive.

She tasted different-- lovely, but different. Not like either of the large, Warm Things; she had an essence that was all her own, and yet somehow Veteran felt there was also a piece that belong to him. His. 

Veteran felt the little mouth on him, no longer shaking. He licked at her crown again, fiercely. It was, perhaps, the first time he had done anything that could be described in a way other than pathetically. And Wayfarer had brought it out of him.