What is dead may never truly die

"Tahlia?" Bane questioned as he nipped at an ear to watch it flick against the touch. She missed him dearly, the way she clung to him, the kiss placed below his throat tingling from her touch. The warmth from their intimate embrace growing between them with each passing moment. "And I you. All of you." Her next words caused him to be slightly taken aback, causing him to give pause. Could the dead possibly be visited by dreaming wolves? Was that even a possibility? Perhaps she'd yet not passed on as he had and the gods allowed visits such as this. What factor was time in this place? Bane blinked. "I know I am dead," He started. "that this place is where we go when we die. I remember your touch. The way you held me when under that tree before the true darkness took me."

The tip of his muzzle brushed her forehead. "But now I am whole again, happy as could be. Even more so since your here even if you are dreaming." The Somnium wolf adjusted his foreleg and lifted her chin with a paw. A kiss wantingly placed on her nose, Bane closing both eyes and shifted down slightly. His muzzle parted with a rumble her ears certainly longed to hear. Grip tightening as she was held against his chest in the embrace they'd gone for so long without. With a shuffling of his paws he strode forward, easing Tahlia as gently as he could onto her back, fighting against the maneuver to keep kissing his mate. His forelegs were placed opposite her shoulders as he leaned down, nipping against her neck, the tip of one feather brushing the side of her throat. With but a whisper he would do as she wanted, needed even. The feeling of his touch and the bonding that he could sense she missed so much and had gone so long without.