Redsand Canyon I never stay in one place too long

He drew away and she regretted it. She'd nearly forgotten what closeness like that felt like, and knew the mistake ran deep. She hadn't felt it since before Killdeer was born; a few short months of happiness followed by nearly half a lifetime spent yearning. If nothing else, he had erased the last vestige of Bronco's hold. Now the ghost that visited in the night would be his, reminding her of what she might have had if life ever decided to give a damn about what she wanted. It meant more than Germanicus could, or would, ever be allowed to know.

She sat a short distance away and began to groom her pelt, sorting the disarray back into order as she tried to do the same internally. Nothing needed to change after this.

Inappropriate. She did let out a small huff of laughter at that description for it. Most things that are worth doing are. She knew enough not to assume he'd stoop to the level again. Inappropriate didn't seem to be his style.

She was kidding herself if she thought this wouldn't change anything. She hated it, and herself for it, but not enough to promise she wouldn't do it again. She would in a heartbeat.