Fancy meeting you here

His russet form curled around her, and this time she didn't fight to pull away. Instead she pushed her back up closer to him, savoring his heat mixed with the frozen landscape below her. It was an odd contrast, but it felt oh-so-good. Her heat smell was masked by the scent of their sex, it was pretty damn obvious at what they had been doing. It was easy to forget this boy's age, she could be his mother twice over. Shuttering, she shut her pale blue eyes to block it out. She wanted to sleep, but Colten's voice rumbled and caught her attention. Thankfully they were pressed so close together, her deaf ear was the closest one to him. Where was she from? "Not from around here." She muttered, rolling slightly so that her tiny frame was crushed against his belly, laying stomach to stomach with him. This allowed her to look up at him better, pale eyes boldly searching his own. He was obviously from around here, she doubted that he had traveled too much. "I was erm... kept in a pack just off the coast of Alacritia." Her voice was soft, not wanting to admit that she had been a slave all her life. Her story was not one that she wanted to share. Ears pulled back slightly, her arm pulling up to cover the ugly puckered scar that covered the right side of her face.