Cerulean Cape stonefox [m]

The sound of his laugh was deep and melodious, as if someone had struck a metal gong deep within him and the sound could only find release from his finely chisel maw. Olive turned her head to the side and giggled at him in turn; not because she found her own words humorous, but because simply being in his presence filled her with glee. Olive loved to listen to him, to smell him, to feel him, to imbibe his heart and soul – to do so filled her with the sweeping, ever-fleeting feeling of completion.  The femme wanted for naught.  With Dakarai in her life, she needed more but received everything.
 
“The only view I need is this big old handsome face!”  Olive pulled herself up onto her haunches and placed a petite, creamy paw upon his dark visage in a tongue-in-cheek romantic gesture. “Romantic enough for you?”  She inquired in a faux come-hither intonation, lifting her eyebrow theatrically. As a young cub, Olive had always been left starry-eyed and entranced by fairy tales and love stories told by her mother and father; the very stories her brothers would laugh and gag at. Wouldn’t they love to see her now, the subject of her very own perfect, fated romantic tale. Oh, the teasings she would have received!