Moonspear Sooner, or Later?

There she was. Turning to her with a smile of relief, especially since she was being so much more open, Harley's amber eyes sparkled. He was sore, but most of his bruises were nearly all the way healed, and any scrapes he had too. 
          "I'm pretty great, now."
A shy grin spread across his maw and the red-tipped man stepped closer to lick her shoulder in greeting before sniffing her over for other injuries. 
                     "What about you, are you okay?"