Lost Creek Hollow the holly bears the crown.

He seemed ready for the question, and he came equipped with a plan for avoiding it.  Harlyn frowned playfully at him, rolling her shoulders.  She was very tempted to let herself be seduced by him.  Her heat was long over, but she still felt pretty frisky.  Maybe it was the baby hormones, maybe it was the fact that she just felt excited.

She leaned into his ministrations despite herself.  She still wanted him to answer how he was feel, but... "I suppose if you were on the brink of death you would be behaving yourself better..." Harlyn murmured, turning her head to nuzzle the soft fur at his throat.  She still held back the information that was clearly intriguing him.  She couldn't just give it all up now, could she?  "Unless you've gotten an infection and it's addled your brains, making you more devious than usual."  She nipped at him gently.