Sunbeam Lair seorsum

His apology for terrifying her sparked a hint of amusement to her eyes—meek Meadow of past. If it were the happenings of some external force of the universe for their meeting again, she could not see how—she had a rather embarrassing damsel in distress moment and the soldier had steadied her, brushing her off and returning her to the safety of their pack at the time. Performing the very mundane aspects of his duty, she could only surmise. And then, such little time passed and the pack had disbanded, the members scattered, once more in her life.

The barest brush of his darker pelt to her pale one—another shudder. This feeling she couldn’t quite pinpoint—a coil in her stomach, lingering awareness of him and of herself. The damsel he had come upon in the forest would have hesitated—pretended nothing had shifted between them—the reborn Engi, however, subtly shifted closer to him, eyes darting up to him as if nothing had occurred.

For one terrified of storms, she could certainly feel one brewing within.

“What do you believe in, Imperator?”