Moonspear [m] beer bad

Where he struggled for the words—Sialuk had a way of bringing forward what he attempted to in one succinct sentence, and as he blinked down at her, a waning grin threatened to break his thoughtful features, and instead bent down to preen at the side of her nape.

“Yes,” he answered simply in turn, and waited—his senses heightened by her, but not just for her season which had come—but for simply having her in his arms once more.