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

Amber couldn't deny the proud puff of her chest that his laugh brought - she'd made him happy! He looked at her with such fervor that it burned into her, and she loosed her own slightly hysterical squeal of joy and rubbed against the side of her mate. In time - if Grayday didn't return to her - she knew she would love him wholly with her heart and soul; granted he was as kind to her as he was now, and kept up with his promises.  For now, she would be his mate - but not his wife. That title would be for none other than her knight in shining armor when -if- he came back to stay.
She pushed those thoughts away: Right now, her mate was teaching her things. 

The shadowy queen could indeed feel his heartbeat, her own strangely calm, but was too entranced in the words he spoke. The words themselves brought heat to her pelt in a blush, and she hummed joyously - but the way it was spoken seemed familiar. Putting unknown memories of Dagfinn's brother in the back of her mind, hear ears laid back to better hear the words her mate whispered. Songs? Her pelt warmed further, and another giggle burst from her obsidian mouth. 
 
                             "Songs of what? Will you sing to the children, too?"