Stavanger Bay You know my love can hold you down

he thought;
you've worked so hard, in his eyes, reaching for hers; 
for him! for them!
lestan's face twisted; he wept; he wound her into his arms.
speech had still not returned, but he saw the winding flowers and her effort, the salt-wind and her devotion to making them a true home, and for all this he loved it, and her, very much.
the bluegold eyes were sweetened, soft. he ran his paw across one of the furs and sighed in truest bliss.