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"I am yours", she said, and he felt the press of her nose against his cheek before she pulled away, and his gray eyes found the periwinkle blue of her own. He beheld her warmly, fondly, for some time, before he bridged the small gap between them with a step forward. He slid his muzzle against one of her ears and across her cheek, whispering his confirmation. "Then I am yours." He would not stray from her, and he trusted her not to stray from him. His heartbeat quickened with the anticipation of her season, and the eventual birth of pups. Finally, things were coming together.