...after her, none have dared come this close. none save for him. he who looks at lindito now as if he hung the stars in the sky and spun the world 'round with one deft swipe of his paw.
it is the closest thing to unabashed love he has ever known.
it is all consuming— this loyalty beyond loyalty. he knows only that to part is to die.
rough tongue rasps across the russet fur of calyx's forehead.
