Bearclaw Valley the wake [m]

they heaved with gasped draughts of breath, and beneath ulysses merrick began to laugh, a pleasant, baleful sound that ended with a soft whimper as he tugged against their bond. "intriguing," the boy grunted when they could part, and he was able to meet those lunar-sky eyes again.
he wanted to ask if the soldier had ever done that before, but decided the answer was ultimately irrelevant. "you're delightful," he mumbled, face buried against the powerful shoulder of the huntsman. "i think we should do this again."