Larksong Grotto Come Meet Your Match, If You Dare.

I dont want to let them go T_T Ill probably throw one up tomorrow at the latest, since he's got nothing else really going.

Her second touch was not as surpising, twice as warm, and it was the final urge needed for her to slip past his guards. Not break them, not just yet, but she was on the inside now: Something only Emory had accomplished. Neither of them would know it for goodness knows how long, but this very moment was the one in which he forever protect her. He relished in her warmth, and leaned after her a little as she left him cold. The ragged wolf kept going, however, only just brushing shoulders, and reached down for a drink to cover that he'd really been reaching for HER. If he wanted any sort of future with her, even friends, he couldnt go around weirding her out. Charley, too, looked at the sun and felt his paws heavy with tiredness. He smiled at her kindly, tail waving high in the air.
           "Mind if I walk you home, my lady?"
He puffed up proudly, like he was doing something of great importance. To him, of course, it WAS something of high priority. The ginger, cream, and black patched male padded forwards a few steps, with a glance back to see if she would follow. If she did, and if she allowed, he would walk close enough to her for thie fur to mingle, but still not quite touch.