Though it is known when two mates find one another, their natural bond can quickly escalate into a kindred form of obsession. Taiga would like to think that his feelings for the Moon Goddess were more than just the mere call of nature.
After fondly assessing the small satchel in his hand, he gently returned the precious article to the drawer. Taiga did not want to hold onto it for too long. As of now, a faint trace of her scent still lingered on the bag. He cherished the scent; It was a sweet mix of vanilla, honey, and strawberries. He was worried if he held onto it for too long, the fragrant would fade.
Until they meet again, anything he has of her's must be protected. Be it the memories, the little satchel, or even vile vitriol.
He will cherish it all.
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