Liam closed his eyes and breathed her in, the scent of sweat and sex and something sweet underneath it all that was just her.
His tail curled around her thigh, the white fur soft against her skin, and he felt her shift in her sleep, pressing back against him with a contented murmur.
Morning light cut through the tent in thin, dusty beams, and Liam already had the fire going, a pot of something that smelled like sage and something fatty bubbling quietly. His tail curled once, twice, slow and content. The camp was quiet. Peaceful. The kind of quiet that made the back of his neck prickle, because quiet in this group usually meant trouble was brewing behind someone's teeth.
