Bearclaw Valley [m] Take care of the sense, and the sounds will take care of themselves

Every cell in her body was suddenly on fire when she saw Aves heading to her. He was a sight, her mate; all muscle and beautiful dark fur. But his moonlit gaze was her favorite; it was as though he was the night sky given form. The look on his face alone was enough to make her explode, being that she was on the verge of it already. She couldn't stand even waiting the small amount of time it took for them to finally reach each other. 

The bruin-jaw encircled her with his entire body, and she could only watch at first. But the whine seemed to awaken her more than she thought was even possible. Her nose found his neck and Arielle nipped him, urgency in every gentle snap of her teeth. She didn't want to wait another second; every brush of his fur against hers, his scent surrounding her, the possessive way he dominated her space—it overwhelmed her senses. But she wanted him all to herself, and that would not be possible while out in the open. 

So the bruin-heart danced forward a little, delivering another nip as she moved. She looked at her husband from over her shoulder and then took a few more steps, urging him with her scent and heated gaze to follow. Mosskeep was close, and there they could get lost in each other; they could pretend like nothing else existed, which was something she knew they both desperately needed.