Phoenix Maplewood this feelings just begun [m]

time skip!

The experience was unlike anything she ever knew. And in a world where she did not know how many firsts she had left, here she discovered one.

Sunday came to learn there was one singular way to douse this flame, and it was the shape and feel of him. Once they came undone, she circled to linger at his side and press her nose against his shoulder. She felt tireless, but their activity led to a hunger she was more used to than this. Sunday sniffed at the wind, fit closely at his side as she pondered over the fare here. For months, Sunday had been mostly alone... she delighted at the idea of prey bigger than rabbit, vole, or gopher.

There was blood on the wind, though, and now that her own heartbeat and pulse was not drumming in her ears she heard ravensong. Sunday looked back to her (self-proclaimed) man with a tilt of her head, taking a singular step forward to relay her interest in investigating. On top of this, Sunday fret being by her lonesome with this feeling still lingering. Within her mind, the man before her was the only one who was capable of putting out the flame should it return. For she felt it in the pit of her stomach still.