Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Got to let go, we can dance like there's no tomorrow

reverie did not eat so much as stare at him with a feverish look in her golden face. lestan prickled warmly under his ruff, face flushing beneath the short fur of his face. he remembered how they had danced, and then how her body had felt in angles and curvature against his own.
he might have reached to touch her then, vying for a chaste kiss, had not akavir and then arric returned.
the large black wolf was given an easier look than before. he must trust arric. and akavir addressed him now.
"yes. i'll stay," he said to them both, before his eyes moved back to reverie with a smile.