‘Individually, we are one drop. Together, we are an ocean.’ -Ryunosuko Satoro
Ulric
I stirred awake with the sunlight starting to pour into the room from the large window. Lark was still sleeping soundly in my arms. Grace was starting to chirp in her nest to wake us up for a new day. She was a great little wake up call each morning. It never bugged me to listen to the little bird.
I placed my face up against Lark’s back and left a few kisses on her skin while breathing in deeply. This is when I realized that I could smell her scent. Last night when we settled in bed, I thought it was my bedding but now I realize it’s her. She smells like fresh laundry.
The only being that had a distinct special smell was our true mates and I was thrilled that I was getting to smell her. All wolves
