Craig moved with the uratha before him, each motion followed by another, slowly drawing to one another in a dance. Hips lips searched out for hers as his hands found the bottom hem of her shirt. There was an internal struggle, one that he was unfamiliar with. On the one hand he wanted them to strip one another bare and meet with nothing to remind them of the world that they had just left. The other part of him wanted to take his steps carefully, moving slowly in a realm where he was a guest, where he was able to learn so much.<br/><br/>There was something about the energy around them, something older, different, this act having been acted out so many times before. Different sand, different time, but the same people with different forms. He felt Peg with him, her body so alive with the barely restrained energy of her supernatural nature leeking about her. A low growl of want left his throat as he bit at her shoulder. His own body felt more alive than he remembered, his urges growing more primal with each passing moment.<br/>