The night had been a warm greenleaf night that was perfect. Icewind was heading to the Fourtrees to meet Deathclaw. "Deathclaw?" "Icewind?" When they had first met it was on the bank of the river. "I love you." The words struck Deathclaw with pain, but at the same time, comfort. "I love you too."
AN: Don't know if I can write romance, but I tried.