Blackfeather Woods Stray Heart

Nothing else needed to tell her how they felt. Their cations truly spoke louder than their words and she just knew. It was made known to her that somethings in life were just fighting for, not that she had ever anticipated that being him. How he made her feel the way she did, she had no idea. Reasoning with the idea that somehow witchcraft was involved, by that point, anything seemed possible. So instead, she embraced his gesture, her nose not parting with his. Pulling away had grown to be a habit for them, one that did more bad than good. 

Her muzzle ventured to the side of his maw, feeling her fur merge against his. She had always thought that harbouring feelings for another person was a representation of weakness. That one had to depend  on another to be happy. But it was so much more and so much better. Their close proximity, chest almost touching chest, made her forget everything but how warm she felt, loved.