Finally taking flight

"Eska"

Their casual touches were comfortable and quite welcome. Ulric leaned against her without a second thought to what they were doing. He simply touched her and mulled over the suggestion that she'd given. In time, he decided that he liked the idea. Eska's lips lifted in a smile, the corners of her yellow eyes lifting as well. The Timber woman was glad to have helped. In fact, she found herself wanting to help the man even more. There was a lingering sadness in him that always seemed to cling like dust on glass. There was a slowly growing need to wipe that glass clean.

Having decided on the nature of the celebration, Ulric prompted them to the next location, but not before sliding his muzzle between her ears. A tingle of electricity shot down the woman's spine and it was all that she could do to keep her cool. Rising, she shook the sensations off and moved along beside him once more, keeping pace with his longer strides. By the gods... the affect he had upon her.

The pair moved into another room which turned out to be an infirmary. It was an impressive setup with cots and dividers laid out. The far wall had herbs organized upon shelving. Ulric told her that the owner of said infirmary was Gwynevere, whom he later informed her was the daughter of her mother and Tamsyn. The woman's ears tilted back for a moment before she tentatively asked, "How many children did they raise together?" She had been meaning to ask her mother's lover if she would mind if Eska stayed, but she'd been so distracted by Ulric that she hadn't gotten around to it before accepting his invitation. "Do you think Tamsyn will mind that I've joined the pack? I don't want to make her or their children uncomfortable." She brought her gaze to his, a mix of questioning and sadness within their depths.