Swiftcurrent Creek aim; it's a one shot take down

She would hold him there, as long as he did not fight back.

There was the thought to be cruel and remove herself from him at once. So that he might see how it had felt for her. Yet she could not bring herself to.

Instead she lowered her head, so that she might press her forehead along his own. A soft but low rumble in the back of her throat.