He'd been following her for what felt like her entire life. He knew her habits, personal preferences, her enemies, and her friends; he knew, he imagined, her very heart.
When she'd hunted for the first time he'd been there. Heart swollen with adrenaline and joy.
When she'd first found her first love he had been there. Heart swollen with exultation.
When she'd had her first child he'd been there. Heart swollen with pride.

When he brought her back to his family it wasn't just her pelt he brought home, necessary for warmth, but also her heart. Warm and swollen from a life well lived; ready to nourish new life.

Light skipped and hopped from form to form before it found it- The one, right, body made just for him.

Hey- A stinging-nettle smile asks;
Can I have your name?




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Yes.