If the Sabito you've lived with and loved puts on that mask, suddenly, none of that exists anymore. He's just a beast with peach-colored fur and a warm, radiating heart that bellies a hunger and heat,
pushing his lover down wordlessly, and...
Control is Akaza’s again, but the shame of losing it makes him seethe. Angry, he stands. His nails rake across his arm, peeling the rest of the ice off, and he throws the shards to the ground. They shatter on the rock.
Akaza descends the mountain and does not return again.
They break this kiss and embrace each other tightly, holding each other close. The force in her arms is strong, something she used to struggle to summon. She was healthy, vigorous, and matched his body's power like yin to his yang. She was fully intertwined with him as an equal.