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Her Wolf and His HawkeAutumn Hawke awoke to a cold bed. She looked and found her elf leaning against the mantle.
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"Was it that bad?" she asked Fenris.
He turned and looked at her, "I'm sorry, it's not.... it was fine."
Hawke looked away feeling disappointed that he didn't feel that she was good enough.
"No. That is insufficient. It was better than anything I could have dreamed."
He sure did know how to take a girl's breath away.
"Your markings.... they hurt, don't they?" She asked with concern in her voice.
Fenris looked down and turned his back to her, "It's not that. I began to remember. My life before. Just flashes..."
He turned back to face her, "It's too much. This is too fast, I cannot..... do this." He pointed to Hawke and himself.
Hawke looked at him and asked, "Your life before? What do you mean?"
"I've never remembered anything before the ritual. But there were..... faces. Words." He closed his eyes, as if trying to remember. "For just a moment, I could recall all of it," he sighed, "And then it sl