Wapun Meadow honeywine

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shut his eyes; merrick pressed himself into the whisper of touch, the sensation of donovan's warm breath feathering through his ruff. how was it that it became this? how had he become so compelled? the thought was cold; it drove him back to sensate nature, and the bearwitch stepped away.
an inscrutable look, and then he was drifting back to ursus, careful steps returning him to her side.