Silver Moraine Race you to the bottom!

He hurried after her, shame and irritation warring in the pit of his stomach. She knew he was new to all this - he'd always been given meals before meeting her, and he was adjusting, and damnit, she was better at it than he was! He wanted to snap at her, but he didn't want to test her bad mood.

"C'mon, baby, you know that's not what I mean," he wheedled, nibbling at the juncture of her hip and her spine - one of her sweet spots, he was pretty sure. "You just have a better nose than me. You just find 'em and I'll chase 'em off, alright?"

He snaked up her body and nuzzled behind her ear. "I'm sorry I lost you. Forgive me?"