[His breathing grows heavy as he feels the skin pinch, a flash of heat in his chest, behind his eyes - he knows he was marked. It sparks a howl in his soul like a crashing wave, one that dashes itself into a mist against the rocks. Rage and submission, a humbling before a greater power.

He wants to worship her all the more for it - that indomitable power she has called love.

His hands caress her from her temples down to the sides of her neck, framing her reverently, before forming a loose embrace over her shoulders. Griffin's eyes flicker with gold as he nuzzles his face against the top of her head, whispering,]

You made your claim - what're you gonna do with it?