The Cuddle Thread

Rannoch soon joined her within the bower of ice, the fluffy blanket of snow creating a perfect cushion for their big bodies. His long legs folded and he settled beside her. Taiga wasted no time in pressing her spotted form against his, a low rumble reverberating through her at the now familiar pleasure. They weren't often apart, and when they were, it wasn't by very far. The lioness hunted alone, of course.

With the elk beside her, Taiga leaned in and gently rubbed her cheek against the velvety nubs growing out of his crown. In no time at all they would be a wide spread of impressive tines. The woman wanted to see her forest god of a companion with a rack full of flowers and greenery. It would be very fitting for him, she believed. In the back of her mind, she made a little note to make this happen. She'd collect the flowers and greenery herself.

Mention was made of the ice spires and red eyes lifted to look at the arches of frozen water. "Where I came from, there were great caverns of ice with similar arches. I believe it had something to do with fluctuations in temperature and a gradual build up of ice over time. Who knows how long these have been standing?" Longer than they had both been alive, for sure.

"Taiga"