Her breath is ragged, and a joyous laugh bubbles up in her throat. The warm water beats on her skin, and she brushes her hand over his cheek, drawing his eyes back to her face. "I love you, wolf."
Somehow, even as she's situated, she manages a fairly intelligible snippet of canine.
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Date: 2009-03-17 01:37 am (UTC)Somehow, even as she's situated, she manages a fairly intelligible snippet of canine.
My mate.