Lyra POV

She grins and then immediately shifts, nudging the bag of her clothes on the forest floor with his nose.

He stoops down to pick up the back, and she shakes her head, a wolfish grin on her face.

He puts the bag down and unbuttons his shirt, folding it and then putting it into the bag.

He slowly strips off, Lyra sitting in front of him with her legs crossed, her ears perked up to listen for any invaders.

Once he finishes packing the bag, he bends down over her, securely fastening their clothes to her back.

She stands up and waits for him to shift, Sonya impatiently...