Heron Lake Plateau she's so paris when we kiss

Aria didn't speak, merely groomed through the fur of his neck and throat with her teeth. they'd done this often enough that Casmir entertained no ideas that anything would come of it;  they were comforting each other, was all.  that was fine; he dipped his muzzle and ran his lips along her cheek, wanting to touch every part of her lovely face before they were forced to part for the last and final time.

gone were any thoughts of the Creek, and the memory of Laika's face was pushed to a guilty place in the back of his mind. this was Aria in his arms, she who he had long loved, and though it wasn't going to work, he was completely hers in this moment.