The Floodlands Hold Me, Love Me, Stay With Me [m?]

For a moment, she doubted herself - his far off look seemed to suggest that he cared little. Still, he leaned into her, and Amber assumed it shock for now. Calmly, gently, she groomed his ears and hummed softly like a mother to a child, and when he opened his eyes to turn his wintery gaze on her, she listened to his answer with hope and a warm smile on her maw. 

The strange words snapped her ears forward, blinking rapidly a few times - he was kind enough to offer translation, but the language itself was a curious one. When the words did sink in, she nodded and nuzzled their cheeks together. Feathery tail waving behind her in joy, Amber joked with her new mate.

                               "Oui, but only if you teach me that language!"