Blacktail Deer Plateau wisteria; growing [m]

he was no lover yet, but what merrick lacked in skill was rescued by his youthful stamina. he roused against her as she drew him down, teeth raking through the fur of her cheek. and yet he found contentment to lay as he was, their dark limbs entangled. no need for words; their lot, that. she a silent wraith and he happy to be in her loving quietude.
he breathed in the scent of her, of them, and found a stirring in his soul that was at once both unnerving and unexpected. merrick preened the sable fur beneath her chin, still, a comfortable warmth stealing into those recesses he had carefully left bare these past months.