What was it that Swallowbane wanted? He wanted her, that she knew, and that alone made her heart swell so large it threatened to burst out of her. There was more, though, more to him than even she knew and it was that part that made her endlessly curious, endlessly afraid of losing him to some unknown adversary - whether it be himself or another. Even in their embrace it was difficult not to think of such things, such threats to a relationship she so desperately wanted to keep a hold of. Had you told her but three or four years ago that she would one day want nothing more than to bask in the sun with the boy from the rocks, she would have called you crazy but now... things were different. Once, a long time ago, her Pater had spoken of a bond so great, a bond that came from a wolf's very soul. She was an Immortal Soul according to their lore so when she felt her entire existence bend to the will of Swallowbane, she knew it was much more than any other. She had lived millions of lives before this one and she was absolutely sure every single one had been spent alongside Swallowbane. They were immortal souls - the thought drove her to dig herself deeper into his fur, trying her hardest to feel as much as him as possible.

He spoke into her, his words quiet and at the completion of his sentence, she attempted to pull him even closer - she rose up on her back legs, her front limbs wrapping around his neck as her muzzle burrowed more firmly against him. His heartbeat, his pulse, the warmth of his flesh - it was a perfect moment and she felt her heart thud readily against her ribcage. Could they stay like this forever? Was it possible? She looked up at the moonless night, trying her hardest to see past the clouds before she murmured beneath her breath, a voice so quiet that she could only hope the Spirits would hear her.

"Mater, desine quaeso terra iustus semel," she cooed into the wind, her tail waving hopefully behind her. She almost expected the Earth to stop - for the trees to freeze mid-sway and the wind to die mid-breath, "Let me hold my chosen one until the Spirits be coming for us."

("Mother, please stop the Earth just this once.")

She pulled away from him gracefully, her body remaining close as she moved in sync with him, lacing his muzzle with affection. Perhaps the world had not stopped, perhaps her Mater did not have the strength to stop the Earth from spinning but this moment... it was enough. Well, it would never be enough for she never wished for it to end, but she finally understood the word perfect. It was Swallowbane - it was his dark eyes with their opalescent flecks, the wooden hued pelt and black leggings. It was the way his fur moved in the wind and the way his voice reverberated through the air. She grinned, broad and toothy, her ears nervously pressed back against her skull as she brought herself close.

Cal. I love you.

She blinked slowly, her mouth falling into a soft 'o' as she starred, her entire body stiff. He... loved her? She had heard him right, she could deny it. She stuttered over her words for a moment before she stopped her paw down to compose herself, her brows furrowing into a light frown.

"I am certainly loving you more, my Swallowbane. It is my very soul that is loving you - mind, body and soul. All of me is for you and only you."