Sleepy Fox Hollow Lilac and gooseberries.

Oh, how she longed to let go of the past. It haunted her often, poisoned her mind so that she believed herself undeserving of happiness. A lump swelled in her throat then, as Mahler exhaled into the dense fur of her ruff, and she found herself wondering what grief he too might've experienced in the time between Grimnismal and now.

Swallowing, Nyx sank into the General's warmth and let him be close to her. Hold me, she willed silently, fiercely, almost fearful of the cold that would envelop her should he move away; help me feel alive again.

A tentative kiss then, a flick of her tongue to the base of a charcoal lobe in a desperate gesture that she hoped he would not reject.