( Alchemy)<br/><br/>She felt it too, although the feelings were much more foreign to Ylva. Love had never really knocked upon her door, and though she was not sure that was truly what this was, it certainly was what had filled that vision they had shared. Care. Desire. Longing. Even now, when his eyes held hers she could see all those feelings swirling and swimming in the gentle orbs. When his gaze shifted to the beautiful rendering of his deceased mate, she half expected him to recoil and think better of the contact between them.<br/><br/>Instead, his touch continued to be tender upon her hand. Ylva could only bring herself to hold his gaze for a moment, then she had to look away and suck in a sudden steadying breath. The pressure felt like too much for her, and no man had ever looked at her that way, as if she held the sway of the moon in her hands. As if, perhaps, she was the moon itself. She could feel the pull between them and as touched her arm and leaned toward her, she knew this could only come to a singular end.<br/><br/>"I'm not sure this is a good--" She began in barely a whisper, but his lips captured hers before she could stop the self-proclaimed Rogue Prince. It was a lie, and she knew it, even before it attempted to cross her lips. Yes, the wolves of this lovely little valley might think somewhat lesser of her in the morning, but she knew it would only be the petty or the scheming that would truly feel that way. Her kinship with Avonevah would save her some of the harsher judgments. And realistically, even those with the strongest will could hardly ignore the nature of their wolf. Animals acted on instinct, they did not require weeks of courtship or months of affection before things culminated in something more.<br/><br/>So Ylva let the moment take hold of her. She allowed herself to sink into the feeling of safety and security, for the first time since she had lost her pack and her parents, that she found in his arms. Her lips were pliant for a moment, but as her arms slid around his neck, they began to move against his. She moved in as well, so her body was flush against his. It was only when the strange hunger she felt for him was somewhat satisfied, that she pulled back slightly.<br/><br/>"This...This is going to be complicated. They're going to have questions. It's going to look as if I seduced you for my safety." It surprised Ylva, but a slight smirk grew upon her lip as she spoke the last sentence. She was not certain why, but perhaps it had to do with the droves of other she-wolves who had attempted to do just that, and found themselves unsuccessful.<br/><br/>"But that felt..." One of her brows quirked upwards, as she too tried to find the right word. "That felt right, didn't it? I'm not making that up or brewing it into reality in my head, am I?" She asked, her expression becoming much more earnest. Ylva half expected him to laugh at her, even with the evidence of the vision still fresh in her mind.