"Could I?" He laughed as he curled a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her up and in, the kiss hungrier this time. That's what he was, he realized. Hungry. That was perhaps the best word to describe it. It was all of it - the newness of the forest, the clear water, the air fresh and sweet in his lungs, the warm grace of the deer. He had almost died and then he had come here and was alive again.

So he was going to live.