Craid din't have any words to match hers as she opened herself to him. Something about what she said, what she asked and required of him hit home and took hold. Gentle rolling emerald grass and waves pounding a nearby shore came to mind as she spoke, having heard these words before. But not from the petite woman before him. No, the petite wolf, she was a wolf and may have always been , he was not sure as the vision.<br/><br/><em>Le...leatha....leathean</em><br/><br/>Craig was not sure what he was saying but in her arms he felt finished, complete. He took her hands from his scars and wrapped them around his body, his arms matching as he looked to Peg.<br/><br/><em>I .. I think ....I think I have always run with you.</em><br/><br/>The words sounded so odd, but the honesty behind them felt right. he leaned down and nuzzled against her neck, not kissing, not biting, but rubbing against the skin of her throat as he closed his eyes and inhaled. Something about Peg seemed so familiar...but he had never met her before today.