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

Her confirmation settled the last of Aventus’ nerves, granting him serenity and bliss alone. There was nothing they couldn’t do together. It felt like coming home after a long time at sea, and in Mosskeep of all places.

Evien had never approved of the ruthless nature of Merrick and Ursus, but cared so greatly for those within these walls. Would that he were alive now to see love blossom in the valley instead of violence.

Arielle repeated his possessive claim back. Hearing it in her voice made that familiar heat bloom in Aventus’ stomach and sent fingers of desire spiderwebbing along his veins. Hers, now and forever. Mmmm, he crooned. I like the sound of that. He gave the fur along her nape a quick, cheeky tug.

I have dreamt many nights of you, he whispered in her ear, abandoning the last vestiges of his insecurity and uncertainty.