Razorback Ridge Let's say we up and left this town

When she came close, he accepted her affection -- nosing at her whispy dark fur with his own nose. In time he'd get up and they could get moving, but first... He would break the silence. While he was comfortable in their shared quiet, things had to be said. Or rather, proposed.

"Saghani.." he breathed her name in to her pelt, and nearly stopped with that. "There are packs here." Obviously. Her nose was as keen as his own -- and they had both dealt with one pack firsthand. "Many." There was a question he wanted to ask her, but his voice waned in power, so he paused to think and to relax. What do we do? He would have spoken -- but maybe she knew where his train of thought was going without him having to speak the words.