Stavanger Bay everyone, step aside; this is the last warning

Triumph flared up in her heart as he started forward, moving easily, now. It did not seem too selfish this, time - Doe rather thought that they both would appreciate the fruit of her underhanded methods, if the glint in his goldleaf gaze was anything to go by. In the cool of the den, he curved himself around her, ensconcing her as neatly and as safely as her little den once had. This, though, was even better. Her den had never soothed her with its heartbeat, or massaged gentle teeth into the ruffled fur of her neck; had never spoken so sweetly that the words were lost but the message sang true.

They had a lot to talk about - so much had happened that Doe didn't know where to begin. The words that had been bristling to escape her mouth no longer seemed as important as what she wanted to say, now.

"Thank you," she sighed, rolling to her back, so that the teeth that'd massaged her nape were now posied to do the same to her throat. She hooked a paw around his neck and wiggled until she laid across his paws. "For all that you do. I would be lost without you, Szymon."