Tellara was only roused from her curled up stance after a few seconds, letting the the pathetic noises emanating from her die down to regain herself. She let her knees fold outwards, leaving her cross legged, and staring silently at her lover with eyes aflame in purple, so many emotions running so quickly beneath the violet irises. Tellara wasn't sure what to say. She had been scared, almost terrified, but she couldn't say that to Mora. She couldn't scold her, and she certainly couldn't push her away. In the end, Tellara found herself with no other option.<br/><br/>She leant towards Mora, shivering with a mixture of overwhelming feelings. Without hesitation, her arms were wrapped around Mora, as Tellara hugged her tighter than eveer before, not wanting to let go, not caring about the hunter or the worgen anymore. Tellara felt like crying. She wanted to let all out, to keep letting it all out, but she didn't want to break down again. She merely stayed close to Mora, her arms fastening them together, and her head resting snugly on the soft breasts that cushioned the chest of the one she loved so. And for a moment, everything was perfect. There was no cave to Tellara, no loathesome hunter, no provoking worgen. All there was was Mora, and her soft, supple flesh that lay smooth as silk beneath her own. Tellara felt normal again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>