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Urthwyfe, Ch 6

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No stranger to physical intimacy, Tahra had experience with a variety of lovers and in her experience most males among The Folk tended to be forward, if not aggressive, but Aeolas was an exception; he was not only responsive to her unspoken direction, but he seemed eager for it, letting her take complete control as she disrobed herself and then, with no objection from the Wolf, undressed him. By the time she loosened the string holding up his braies he was hard enough that they didn't fall free, hanging quite securely from his erection.

His ears reddened when they both noticed but she renewed their kiss, walking him backward until she could ease him down onto his raised bed; she followed him shortly thereafter. She took hold of one of his paws, the other still cradling her breast as she leaned in and kissed him anew. He groaned through the attention, falling the rest of the way onto the bed and she laid down beside him. Tahra's direction was simple. "Hold me."

He complied obediently, rolling onto his side so he could wrap his free arm around her, his other pinned beneath her weight, still clasped over her breast, his sandpapery paw pad sending a shockwave up her spine as it brushed across her nipple. His muzzle nuzzled into the crook of her neck and shoulder. "Is this alright, Urthwyfe?"

Tahra contentedly settles into Aeolas' arms, easily comforted in the 'little spoon' position with the wolf's arm wrapped around her. She responded with a smile. "Tonight it's 'Tahra', Aeolas."

The butcher's paw traced down her body, coming to rest on her hip as he pulled her more firmly against him. His breath came out hitched as he spoke her name. "Tahra... this feel... so good..."

She smiled, her free arm sliding behind his head to draw her fingers through his hackles, which were raised in obvious arousal. "Good. It's supposed to."

The wolf nuzzled into her neck, his hot breath fanning over her skin. Although her nose was nowhere near as keen as one of The Folk but she could smell his arousal mingling with her own and she pressed her hip back against his, feeling his firm member press up against her thigh. He gasped, his words coming out with an almost desperate-sounding whine to the tone. "Do... you want this, Tahara? I... really want you."

She applied some pressure on the back of his head, urging his muzzle past her shoulder so she could turn her head and kiss the side of it. Tahra spoke clearly so there would be no doubt. "Aeolas... I am here because I want to have sex with you. Don't overthink it and just enjoy the moment."

To further reinforce her words, the Human woman shifted her hips then curled her pelvis slightly, feeling the pointed tip of his lupine flesh catch between the folds of her labia. The sensation was electric and, judging from the sudden puffing up of his fur, she presumed that he had no complaints. His hips twitched, pushing him deeper and she let out a breath, appreciating the sensation of being filled with a living breathing being-- not a beast or a spirit, but a man, and the groan that esaped his muzzle was music to her ears.

His teeth chattered before he managed to get his voice working. "T-tell me... what do you need? What... should I... do?"

Her hand caressed the back of his head, urging it forward for another kiss as she started rolling her hips back against his. The octave of his whine increased and she found herself smiling again, whispering softly to him. "You are my companion for tonight, Aeolas... we are together. You are giving me everything I need, and I can return the favor."

She adjusted her position, her hips pressing back further as they lay on their sides, drawn together as her movement caused several more inches of his flesh to disappear into her. He gasped, his pelvis shaking as the Wolf thrust forward by reflex and he groaned out a full-chested "...oh..."

Tahra stifled a wince; he was certainly eager and, thankfully, he was reserved since male Wolves could cause discomfort (or worse) if they were too reckless. Letting out a calming exhale, she murmured softly, her breath come out as soft encouragement. "Just... move slowly..." she begean to move her hips again, rocking them forward and backward, embracing then releasing Aeolas' member as she moved. "...make it last... no need to rush."

He groaned, his hips starting to rock forward against hers, bringing more of his length to bear. "Yes... slowly.... I'll go slowly... I promise."

She watached Aeolas' eyes flutter closed as he rested his head on her shoulder. She could feel the warmth of his body against hers: comforting and welcoming. She leaned her head against his, rubbing her cheek against his fur. "Good... you're doing really well, Aeolas."

The Wolf took a shuddering breath, his paw tightening on her hip. She could feel even more of his member sliding deep into her, inch by delicious inch. His hips twitched and on his next slow, purposeful thrust he went even deeper. His actions were in stark contrast to his verbal hesitance. "You are too kind to me, Urthwyfe... I don't deserve this."

She hugged his head, rubbing the back of it through his mane as she bit down on her lower lip, reveling in the feel of being taken slowly and with care; Shael was fine to relieve the tension in a swift rut, but there was something to be said for tenderness from time to time. "You DO deserve this, Aeolas... everyone deserves closeness... intimacy... a taste of joy in a gray world."

The butcher began to move a little faster-- small, deliberate thrusts that pushed him deeper into her with each pass. His paw from his left arm transitioned from her hip to join his other one, holding both of her breasts, kneading them gently. She presumed he was lost in the sensation and his next statement confirmed it, panting out the words "So warm... so perfect." He buried his muzzle into her neck again, inhaling deeply. "Divine..."

Tahra pressed her back to his chest, aligning his body so that they remained in as close contact as possible, making it hard for him to properly thrust but allowing them to be joined in a way that almost felt like aggressive snuggling-- so close and personal. She gasped as the slow pressure of his hips caused more of his flesh to slip into her; he was up to full, confident thrusts at that time, finally overcoming his uncertainty once he was caught up in the moment.

The wolf's paws slid down from her breasts to grip her waist, holding her steady as he started pulling her back into each of his thrusts. "I will cherish this moment for the rest of my days. I swear it."

As Aeolas shifted his weight he had to adjust his rhythm to accommodate the new position. His thrusts came faster and deeper, pushing into her with a quick, steady pressure that made her breath catch in her throat. She was never much for promises spoken in the midst of pleasure but the simple purity of his oath made her smile nevertheless. "Be careful, Aeolas... I might hold you to your words."

He groaned and Tahra heard the joints on his toes of his paws pop as he pressed against the footboard to improve the motion of his hips. "Spirits! I have never felt more fulfilled than I am right now..."

Tahra had made assumptions about the Wolf, one of many was that he had never laid with a woman and, in that moment she was confident that it was more than an empty guess. More was coming to her as she felt him move inside her; an Urthwyfe had certain senses that became all the more aligned the more time they spent with someone, especially when that time was intimate. She smiled, closing her eyes and arching her back as she felt another shiver run through him. When she didn't respond, he filled the silence once more, nuzzling into her neck and placing a kiss against her throat. "Thank you for this... for sharing this-- sharing YOU with me... here... tonight."

She smiled, turning her head sideways so she could kiss his nose, moving her hips to align with his, pressing back against his slow-but-purposeful undulations, their movements half way between snuggling and half way to dancing. Each change in how they lay added to the overall experience as their bodies pressed and moved together. The wolf's eyes fluttered closed, and that was when Tahra cast her spell.

It was a subtle one-- nothing invasive and nothing that created any great change in the world. The spell was of a sixth sense, one that was at its strongest when aimed at another, especially if there was a physical closeness; intimacy was ideal. The casting complete, she was able to set that aside to focus on the moment-- the spell would need a short while to take effect. Letting her voice take on a more sultry tone, she said the words that she knew he would be waiting to hear. "You don't need to hold back, Aeolas... you can be more free with your desires. I welcome them"

One of the Wolf's paws slid down from her waist to cup her hips, the other wrapping around her torso, guiding her movements as she pressed back against him. Their bodies moved together in a slow, sensual dance and, in that moment, she was happy to let him take the lead. His vocalizations laid bare his approval. "Yes..." Aeolas groaned softly, "Like this... like this is good..."

He was panting constantly as his movements increased in speed and strength. Having had many more experienced lovers she reveled in how lost he was in the moment, the realization that what she was being exposed to was pure and unadulterated by past encounters; it made the sensation of his fur against her skin that much more intense and she found herself quivering from the interaction.

"I never want this moment to end," the Wolf rumbled, "I want to stay here with you forever..."

Her breath was deeper, headier at that point as she spoke into his whiskers, the sensations starting to catch up to her despite her desire to stay clear-heded. "We must be up with the dawn, dear Aeolas but... there is time yet for this... our union... our release."

Her hand on the back of his head helped urge his face closer to her mouth so her full lips could dance across the thin black ones of his muzzle. "Two souls can come to know one another...... to spend time together in--" Her statement was interrupted when one of his thrusts hit her just right. She moaned out a soft sound of approval and she felt Aeolas' fur puff up.

His tail beat out a pleased one-two rhythmic thump against the mattress, the Wolf's tone coming out almost like an excitable puppy. "Was that good? Should I do that again?"

Having to fight back a giggle that could have threatened to ruin the moment, she simply rubbed the back of his head in response. "You're perfect, Aeolas... perfect."

He lowered his head across her shoulder as if trying to hug it with his neck, his breath coming out as powerful blasts as his paws tightened on her hips, starting to move faster, obviously driven by the need to prove himself... and he did a good job of it. His thrusts were still deliberate but they were coming faster, pushing his flesh further into her depths but they were coming more frequently, pushing him deeper and deeper into her heat. His words came out as a deep-throated rumble. "You are so beautiful, Tahra. So perfect... I want to worship every inch of you. Your smile... it drives me wild."

"Ssshhhh...." she murmured softly, her hand on the back of his head stroking and caressing him comfortingly. "Slowly, dear Aeolas... there is no need to rush... no need to force it. Let our bodies move together, slowly, gently.... intimately. It will happen when it is time. This is the finest ritual for two souls to undertake-- the understanding that our time together is about the journey and, when we arrive at the destination, unhurrried and unrushed, it shall be all the better."

Aeolas took a deep, shuddering breath as she stroked his head. She could tell that her gentle guidance helped to calm the storm of lust raging within him but, at the same time, he could not be denied forever, and that dichotomy was something she loved about the moment. When he finally did manage to speak his tone was not one of defeat, but of determination. "Yes... you are right. You are... surreal. This is like a ritual... and rituals should not be rushed."

The wolf's movements slowed once more, matching the languid rhythm of her body against his. He began to worship every inch of her skin that he could reach... nuzzling and licking and kissing wherever his muzzle happened to be. His next words bypassed a rumble and transitioned straight into a needy, almost growl that stood in stark opposition to his words. "I want to make this last forever. To stay joined with you like this until the end of time..."

Tahra was not, by nature, a domineering woman, but there were certain moments where being in charge was an opiate, and, being with a man almost twice her size and having him listen to her every request, fight against his very nature to do her will was intoxicating. She felt her insides begin to quiver, a spark ignighting a heat threatening to overwhelm her as she fought against what she knew was rapidly approaching. Her voice sounded strained to her own ears as she felt the moment tnreatening to overtake her. "Yes... this is our moment... our forever. Lose yourself to it... let it embrace you... engulf you. Drown in it... in the best way. Get carried away... until... you....

The Human woman wasn't sure whether Aeolas' member was growing thicker or her insides were clamping down harder against it, but the sensations quickly overwhelmed her. She pressed her cheek against his and didn't bother holding back, releasing a strong moan as her insides started spasming. He yelped at the sensations that must have struck him in that moment, quivering as his hips stopped. "Urthwy- Tahra... I--"

She groaned against his face, bracing herself against the mattress to try and push her body more firmly against his. "Slide your knot into me, Aeolas, before it is too large to find entrance... I wish to be joined to you... let us remain like this until you find your release, and for however long it takes your body to calm."

His growl was surprisingly dominant in that moment, as if her request was what he needed to finally let lose. "Yes. I want to be joined with you completely..."

It only took two more thrusts befure he could push himself fully into her heat, at which point she could feel his knot begin to enter her, stretching her even more completely. With one final, powerful thrust, the wolf buried himself to the hilt inside her. His knot popped past her entrance, locking him in place as it expanded fully, sealing them together in an intimate tie that would last for quite some time. Dominant tone gone, Aeolas let out a whimper, panting as he murmured "Oh Spirits! You feel incredible... so tight and wet and... perfect."

The Wolf ground against her and she could practically feel every vein, and his very heartbeat in the flesh buried within her as her body gave into the sensations, her orgasm leaping upon her like a starving predator. She gasped, crying out, and rocking her hips again against his pelvis, using as much movement as the captured knot would allow to continue stimulating herself with his member hilted inside.

Aeolas groaned deeply, the wolf's paws dig into her hips as ground his knot around her insides. She could pinpoint the very moment his climax hit. He was a loud lover, and decidedly leaned into his lupine roots: he howled. His body tensed, shuddering violently against hers, and she felt him pulsing within her, wave after wave of warmth crashing against her insides as he filled her with his seed. Each spurt seemed to trigger another wave of ecstasy that crashed through him leaving him breathless. Collapsing back against the mattress, the Wolf murmured "So beautiful... so perfect..."

Despite his surrender to the afterglow, Tahra could still feel the way he clung to her, almost desperately as he returned to burying his face in her neck, taking in deep breaths of her scent. She found herself smiling at the endearing desire for closeness; despite how independent she was the sensation was nice to feel once in awhile. She smiled, reaching down to gently touch his paw on her hip, which continued to grip her tightly. "I am not going anywhere, Aeolas... you can relax."

As if suddenly realizing how tightly he was holding her, the Wolf suddenly let go, nuzzling her cheek as he whispered "Thank you for choosing me to be your companion... I will cherish this moment forever."

Once she was free of his grip, Tahra adjusted her hips, moving to force Aeolas onto his back with her seated in his lap. She raised one leg and rotated in place, eliciting an almost coughing-wheeze from him until she was facing him, still in his lap with his member having rotated within her, still locked in place. He let out another groan and she felt a fresh stream of seed jet into her; it was a common thing among male canids in The Folk and, even if he wasn't ready for it, she'd anticipated it.

Paying that no mind, she laid back down on his chest, facing him as she let the spell she cast finally begin to imbue her with understanding about Mott's butcher... a simple Wolf who had lived a simple life. She smiled when she began to understand some of his secrets; she knew he had them, but was pleased to understand that they were relatively benign. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to his. He responded obediently, returning the kiss, but she relished how taken-aback he was when her tongue invaded his muzzle.

When the much more intimate kiss ended, Aeolas took a deep breath, the insides of his ears red as he stated "That was incredible I've never felt anything like that before."

She ran a hand through his chest fur, eyes still focused on his, and not the spectral dog lingering at the edge of her vision. "I'm glad I could make you feel good, Aeolas. You deserve all the pleasure in the world... especially after being without Peat for almost a year."

He shifted when she dropped the name of his deceased dog; she could see it in his eyes that such knowledge made him uncomfortable. He shifted slightly... wincing as his knot tugged against her entrance; it was still lodged firmly inside her, ensuring that he wouldn't be able to pull out, or avoid her questions. "How... did you know about Peat?"

Tahra sat up in his lap again, motioning with her arm since she no longer had to use it to hold herself up. She knew that Aeolas would not be able to see the hazy, semi-luminous four-legged figure lingering near the bed, but she pointed it out nevertheless "She's here with us now... right there."

Aeolas yelped again when he tried separating, sitting up as well and looking to where she'd pointed before gazing back at her. "Tahr-- Spirit Shepherd... Peat died last summer. She cannot be here."

The Human woman nodded, reaching up to smooth out several errant strands of the Wolf's mane. "Not in body, no."

The Wolf's expression was of confusion, and a little bit of emotional pain. "The elders teach us that animals don't have a soul."

Pressing gently against Aeolas' chest, Tahra eased him back down to the bed; she had meant to question him, but hadn't wanted the lovely night to end in a great amount of discomfort, so she cut to the chase. "That is true... animals do not have souls, but they do have a spirit-- a vivifying force that combines with their flesh to create life. When they die that spirit, like a soul, is set free. In the case of some animals, their tether to life is great enough that they are not returned to oneness with nature and, as such, they may linger."

Aeolas' ears shot up, then immediately wilted. "Peat... is... haunting the village?"

Tahra chuckled softly, reaching up to softly stroke the Wolf's mane as if comforting a small pup that fell and scraped his knee. "No, dear Aeolas... animal spirits do not haunt; they continue to accompany. It is obvious that Peat loved you greatly... and still does because she has stayed here with you."

A series of emotions flashed across the butcher's eyes so fast that anyone not ready for them would have missed it; Tahara, already having felt the empathic tug helping her make sense of everything thanks to her spell, was able to piece it all together. "Yes... she knows what you did after she died."

Tahra reached out and took hold of his shaking paw, flashes of the experience flooding her mind as the spell continued to give her empathic projections of his grief and the only way he could come up with to have her with him forever. "She knows why you did it too, Aeolas, and she's not angry. She's happy."

The butcher's cheek fur was wet; he was crying silently as he stared at the place to which Tahra had motioned. "But... it was taboo-- it IS taboo! The Folk do not eat their own kind among the four-legs."

The Urthwyfe admired the fact that Aeolas was able to actually put words to what he'd done; it had obviously taken a lot out of him, and, as if to accentuate that fact his deflated knot popped free of her. Tahra stood up off his lap, then summarially slid into place on the mattress by his side. It took very little effort from her to encourage him to lay against her, placing his head against her breasts she she took him into her arms, comforting him with body and words alike. "Aeolas... that is a a widely known social norm among The Folk but I am a Human. It is also not a limitation set by Spirits and, therefore, is not something for which an Urthwyfe would condemn you."

He started talking, far more than he had the entire night at dinner with his family, and significantly more than the stilted dialogue once they were back in his home. After she'd broken through his armor to reveal his secrets he opened up, baring his soul, taking about things he'd never discussed with anyone else. Once he started talking it was as if the dam had opened, and he didn't stop.

He told her about being the middle child and neither a girl nor a hunter, taking a role that kept him in the village and generally ignored by everyone until they needed a kill dressed or one of the herd animals culled. He was a hermit in the middle of Mott and that worked for him, even if he was lonely. Through it all, he'd had Peat... until he didn't.

He let out a shaky breath, his head resting against her breasts for comfort rather than desire. "She had been with me for nearly a decade and a half-- my one companion. When she died I felt nothing but grief; I was alone and was faced with saying goodbye again. The ground felt so cold... so... suffocating."

The spell of empathy continued to help her share in what went through his head without making it out his mouth and she found herself tearing up as she felt the smallest fraction of his pain; Peat had been his whole life. Things made sense and, as he paused, she did gave him what reprieve she could so he would not be forced to speak it aloud. "You turned to the ancient ways... and, as part of a Ritual of Becoming, you ate her."

Among The Folk, the role of Urthwyfe was old... very old, harkening back to the time when The Folk first encountered Humans. The Animism and accompanying fellowship between The Folk and Spirits, however, was older still, and such rituals were considered ancient-- all but forgotten in the modern world, especially west of the mountains but, she had to remind herself, in a small, out-of-the-way village like Mott, such rituals still survived, often as wives tales and folklore, but, in times of grief, the ancient stories held comfort.

The silence hung between them for some time. Aeolas finally sat up, propping himself with one arm, the other still gently draped over her abdomen, claws softly resting against her skin. His question was surprisingly neutral, though she could still sense the self-reproach in it via her magic. "Do I disgust you, Urthwyfe?"

Tahra raised a hand and pressed it to the side of his cheek without saying a word. An almost inaudible, plantive whine escaped him before he closed his eyes, ears lowering as he moved his head more fully into her touch. She smiled comfortingly, rubbing the bridge of his muzzle with her thumb. "You do not, Aeolas. I understand your pain and I understand you turning to the ritual that would ensure that her essence survive with you. I also have Peat's opinion on the matter, and I can say for certain with no doubt in my mind that she could have asked for no greater an honor than to become one with her lover's body."

The Wolf tensed at the statement, his eyes opening slightly wider as his ears raised. There was an obvious glimmer of surprise and perhaps fear in his gaze. To his credit, however, he did not try to deny it. "How... did you know?"

She kept her hand on his muzzle, offering a calming smile up at him as he loomed over her on the mattress. "Aeolas... I am an Urthwyfe. In addition to sensing truths, I also listen and watch carefully. You are far more transparent than you believe when revealing your love for your lost companion, and every bit of being I see in her tells me that you were far more than her caretaker-- she must have viewed you as her mate... so what else could I think?"

If Aeolas had been keeping it together by the width of a strand of fur, that simple statement pushed him over the edge. His paws came up to his face and he cried. Through his sobs he spoke of himself as hopeless, helpless, and beyond saving-- he was an oath-breaker. The final statement caught Tahra's attention: among The Folk, it was taboo to eat a four-legged animal that matched one's breeding, and doubly so to mate with one. She realized that his secrets were multiplying their weighing on him. Through his sobs, he ultimately asked "Does she-- does Peat understand what my actions mean?"

The Urthwyfe reached out and gently pulled one of his paws away from his face. "What she understands was that you were her entire life and that you were everything that was important to her, Aeolas. In as much as any animal can connect with one of The Folk, believe that the two of you had that. She could not understand the stigma of what The Folk place upon your union--" she contemplated the most 'neutral' way to express what he saw as great transgressions, "Neither you being inside her, nor her being inside you meant anything beyond closeness, connection, and togetherness and, as much as any animal could, she loved you... and still does."

She ended up holding him again for even longer. He asked questions of faith and spirituality and the ways of Spirits, double and triple-checking that he was not damned in the eyes of the Spirits and wouldn't be a jinx for his village. As they talked he began to calm, ultimately disengaging so that he could lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. At some point, he even drew her closer to him so that she could lay his head on her chest. It was at least an hour past the height of the moon when he asked the question that she'd expected for quite some time. "Is she still here, Urthwyfe?"

Tahra nodded, gesturing across the bed to the shimmering outline of a canine she saw curled up on a circular mat. "Yes. Right there."

Aeolas tensed a moment, then his body seemed to calm even more. "That was her sleeping pad. Whenver she wsn't sleeping with me on the bed she would lay there."

The Human woman smiled faintly, locking eyes with the spirit remnant of Peat. "I would imagine that she'll be there for the rest of your days, Aeolas. The two of you are together... here..." she gestured with her hand to the home, then rested her hand on his chest. "...and here."

There was a silence after that; it felt like a comfortable one, but also hinted at a question unasked. That question did come a short while later from the Wolf. "Urthwyfe... do you think that Peat... is unhappy that you're... in my bed... with me?"

Chuckling, Tahra rolled over, sliding her body atop his so she could rest her chin on his sternum, looking up at him even as he maneuvered his muzzle to gaze down at her. "Do you think my gryphon is unhappy that I'm here in your bed with you?"

She watched realization slowly click and the spark of understanding that struck in the way his eyes widened slightly. "Vengeful trolls..." he cursed, "Is he going to eviscerate me?"

Tahra barely suppressed a giggle. "No, Aeolas... and Peat is not unhappy that I'm here with you. She seems..." the Urthwyfe glanced back to the dog-shaped spirit, that seemed to look back at her, its tail beating out a silent tempo on the floor, "...happy for you."

Aeolas swallowed before speaking. "And... your gryphon?"

She lowered her head, kissing his sternum through his fur. "What Shael and I have is comforting and familiar... not unlike what you and Peat had-- less so, if what I felt is any indication. We are not mates, and he would not feel anger at you because you cannot impregnate me. He and I can have our fun and still remain traveling companions. When I leave, you and I are done-- he knows that... and Peat does too. Why should there be any jealousy?"

The Wolf's breath hitched, muscles tensing again. His follow up question held all the weight of a leading one. "And... you will be here for a fortnight?"

She propped her chin up on her hands, which she placed together on his sternum, her body rising when he took in his next big breath, and lowering in time with his abdomen as he exhaled. Tahra always believed in honesty. "Perhaps longer, or perhaps shorter. It depends on the plans the elders of your village have for me and how long it takes to conclude the ritual."

There was more to his next question than the words alone. "Would you... spend the night with me again before you leave?"

Tahra smiled, sliding one of her hands down to meet with his paw that lay on the mattress beside them; her fingers laced with his. "If you would have me, I'd imagine that I would enjoy being here every night of my stay."

The Wolf's tail beat out a one-to impact against the mattress and, pulling his arm inward, her hand still in his paw, he rotated his hip and pushed off with his other arm, rolling over so that she was on her back with him astride her, legs spread so he could hold up most of his weight; she could feel his sheath on her pelvis. "And would you stay with me through the morning, Urthwyfe?"

There was a certain degree of forwardness in the question and in his position that he'd lacked before that moment-- a hint of positive progress perhaps, or else a sense of serenity lightening the load of no longer carrying around secrets... with one person, at least. She reached her free arm up to slide around the back of his head, bringing his muzzle down for a kiss before she responded. "I'd imagine that I woudl enjoy being here every morning of my stay." Her hand left his head and slid down his body to where her fingers encountered his sheath, which was filling out with his renewed excitement. "...and, like I said before, when it's just us, call me Tahra."

Their second round of lovemaking played out longer than the first and, with Aeolas in charge, Tahra enjoyed it just as much-- a rarity among her experiences. Their tie lasted the remainder of her waking time and she fell asleep in the Wolf's arms. What they'd found in one another was something that they both needed, and she was content to let it be unnamed for as long as it lasted.