Chapter 105

Cut considered leaving Dog Fox with Otter and me that winter so he could complete his studies. Nearing fifteen, the boy was as handsome and well-formed as his father. His presence was sweet pain to me, since he looked out of his father’s deep black eyes studded with golden points of light. He was acquiring the arrogance of his warrior class without the awkwardness Lone Eagle suffered at that age. Unfortunately, he adored both Otter and me too much for Morning Mist to turn him over to us for the winter.

Acknowledging my happiness with Otter, Cut still ventured onto the thin ice of recollecting our own love. He laughingly recalled my bumbling attempt at fellatio as he lay bound to a tree. He described the startled look on my face that quickly turned blissful when he took me the first time. As he spoke, I felt a powerful, unrequited list for this handsome man.