Can't wait to see you again

[Caillen Winters]

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For a moment, Caillen thought he was hallucinating. It had been a rough few weeks, and a lack of constant food had eaten away the plush layer of fat that had once sat glossily over his muscles, leaving his normally bulky frame leaner and scruffier. The ivory of his arms and throat and face was a dull gray from constant rubbing with dirty snow, the handsome dappling of his pelt was likewise. The once-prettyboy had very quickly become a survivor, and it showed in the way he held himself, the older set to his ice-blue eyes.

This same eyes, usually mirthful, were wary as they gazed at the black figure. It was not until her beautiful yellow gaze lifted to meet his own that the scraggly male finally allowed himself to believe. A huge smile split his maw, and giant incisors glinted at Sepirah, but there was not more room for words before the young woman had bounded to her feet. She had the same beautiful agility as he remembered, and in the blink of an eye her ebony body was nearer to his own. He wanted, almost desperately, to reach out and pull her into his arms - Talitha had been the only other intelligent creature he had seen in many weeks, and he craved the contact, more to know if she was real than anything else.

Instead, the beautiful jackal reached out to nuzzle him slightly, and the urge to hug her doubled. As with most urges, Caillen was quick to hold it in check, not wanting to embarrass himself or to scare her away. "Oh, Sepirah... It hae bin too long, much too long. How are ye? Are ye well?" He glanced at her anxiously, eyes dazzled by the woman's form. They were both older than when they had last met, and it seemed Sepirah's beauty had grown. There was something intoxicating about Infernian women, and Caillen was kept constantly under their spell.