Bearclaw Valley [m] Increasingly common practise of grill parties and consensual cannibalism

His response was perfectly Aves, and it was all she needed to hear. Arielle wanted to be his more than she had wanted anything else in her life. She knew what was in his heart. She saw it in his silver, moonlit gaze and she felt it in the beating of his heart against the place where his chest pressed against hers.

As it was the bruin-jaw's turn to brush his lips against the base of her ear, it was hers to shiver with delight. And the heat of his breath against her skin as he whispered his invitation was somehow felt in her heart and her stomach. His gentle nibble on the tip of her ear and the way his chuckle made her stomach tighten had her drawing in a sharp breath.

But then he was gone, and for a moment she felt like he had stolen her breath. The healer quickly recovered, though, because she couldn't resist the urge to jump up and run over to him. She practically leaped to close the distance between them and then lowered her front half to nip playfully at the side of the prince's neck. Her tail waved behind her, and excitement rushed through her. She would follow him wherever he went. And every part of her wanted to be his in every single way. She wasn't sure quite how to put the need into words, probably because it really didn't require words.