Taryn opened her eyes, batting them to clear the dream vision that was revealed in the dim early morning. The warmth she had dreamed of followed her into wakefulness and then she stiffened. The heat was coming from the Beastkin! Covering her mouth to stifle any weakness that might blurt out, she frantically searched her mind for any recognition of the foolish screaming she often did. She didn't remember waking unable to be warmed. What she did remember was the dream and then being warm. Taryn knew in her mind that laying wrapped in a Beastkin's embrace was just not done, but she was loathe to move from his body. Raschen was no threat to her safety, he was a haven. No matter if the rest of the Kuguar were perfidious, this one was not. She relaxed, brushing her fingertips over the fur on his arms and over his paws. His tail lashed languidly in an internal rhythm  of its own and Taryn followed the rise and fall of it over her legs.<br/><br/>She had never been so up close and personal with one of the Beastkin before, not even Jax, except when he was wouned, but that didn't count, she thought. Raschen had powerful paws that were twicee the size of her hands. Tentatively, she touched the claws, one by one, noting that all but one were razor wire sharp.  He flinched in his sleep, a warrior's response, she thought. He opened one green eye and Taryn looked at him and whispered,<br/><br/>"Morning."