Otter Creek My love, she keeps me warm

This is technically for Rivet, though I've kept it open in case anyone wants to interrupt them. ;)

They spent a few days traveling up and over the mountains, taking their time and frolicking in the crags. Amazingly, they didn't fight—not even once. When they began to descend the backside of the peaks, following a spring from ledge to ledge, Turq euphorically led the charge. Every time she saw something delightful—which was approximately every twelve seconds—she pointed it out to Rivet. She also slathered the other she-wolf with sporadic kisses, even when the day grew long and her energy began to flag. She would always have the time and energy to kiss Rivet, she decided.

Paws sore but spirits still high, the twosome arrived in the foothills and parked themselves beside the broad stream that had evolved from the tinkling springs further up the mountain. Turq lapped at the water for about five minutes straight, slaking an enormous thirst, then planted a sopping wet kiss on Rivet's cheek. She then laughingly shoved at her partner with a black forepaw and darted out of reach before Rivet could think of countering (not that the tiny DeMonte could shove her even an inch). Her laughter echoed around them, slowly quieting as dusk descended.

"You know what?" Turq said as she calmed and stared into Rivet's face, her trademark eyes glowing with devotion. "I love you." It was the first time she'd said the words to Rivet and it certainly wouldn't be the last, especially not considering the thrill that raced down the stripe of her backbone. "I love you, Riv," she repeated, smiling foolishly and touching noses with the black sylph.