Otter Creek My love, she keeps me warm

Turq did not necessarily expect Rivet to return her sentiment, mostly because she had not thought it through; she didn't even have expectations. When they came, she delighted in them. She pranced from one long black leg to another, black-tipped tail waving jauntily. "That was very eloquent," she observed with an indulgently fond grin, savoring Rivet's poetic words of adoration.

After prancing a few moments, she eventually calmed again and pressed her forehead against Rivet's so that their eyes fastened onto one another. "I adore you," she repeated firmly and sincerely, though the edges of her lips twitched into a smile. Once again, she swiped the other wolf's nose with her tongue, then with an airy laugh, she withdrew slightly to give Rivet back her space.

"Would you like something to eat, my love?" It was the first time she'd referred to Rivet this way, considering she'd only just droped the "L"-word for the first time. Already, she knew it would stick. "I'd be happy to hunt us up some supper. Maybe there's even some fish in this creek," she thought aloud, turquoise eyes sliding sideways to the chuckling rapids.