The bright red light of Caniea rising filtered through the canvas of their tent, illuminating their bednest in a kaleidoscope of colors and roused Selati from a short but restful sleep.
He moved to the side, reluctant to leave their nest. Aleledai’s soft shaft had tucked itself back into its place sometime while they slept. They had woken in the darkest part of the night to love on each other again, and while they had lost those hours of sleep, he felt rejuvenated and ready.
Selati yawned wide. Sounds of others intruded, of those on their way to battle waking and moving around the camp, shaking off sleep and preparing. As he reached over to wake Aleledai, he stopped. Selati wanted to burn into his memory how his mate looked in that moment. The peaceful and relaxed way Aleledai was sprawl
