Heron Lake Plateau To waste away the waking hours

He waited, unwilling to show that he was nervous, but yeah, he was feelin it.  If she walked away that was fine... better now than later, when he knew the leaving would tear apart his still-healing heart again.  It would suck, but he would get it.  

Finally, she looked at him, and her smile made his chest tighten. "Fuckin cross my heart," he responded, his own smile widening as he made the gesture, then drew in closer, mingling his brown fur with her golden.  If she was willing, he was, and they'd ride it out however that went.  It wasn't exactly a promise for mates, or pups, or any of that; that shit could come later.  But for the moment, and for the first time, they were on the same page about where they stood.