Sun Mote Copse A runaway once more

She nearly regretting bringing up how they were going to deal with their future, for he seemed so peaceful as he yawned. A near mirror of her action. Alas, it what out of nessessity that she then spoke. Her words seemed to bring a sense of unease from the male beside her, and she could not help but to reach out with a soft paw; as if she were to pet that golden pelt of his. His words made her pause and retreact her forelimb before it came in contact with him. She tilted her head in curiousity, but did not ask what had happened. Don't push him about the matter, if he wants you to know about his past, he'll tell you. The same went for the fae, who did not care to indulge others in her past. She was not one to dally on those memories, least they resurface the anger that once boiled white-hot beneath her veins.

He looked upon her with those caring, soulfilled eyes, providing her with a rope of reasurance to help her out of this pit she had fallen into. Her memories of her cold-hearted family were washed away by his sea-green gaze. After clearing her head, she listened intently to his ideas. She nodded here and there, but otherwise remained quiet.

Her body wavered on its own. She had overused it today, that was for sure. Spotting an oportunity for humor, she leapt to the occasion, "Well now...Resting time seems a little far away." She let a mischievous smile draw itself opon her face; a devilish gleam in her eye. Her words were not an arguement, but merely a chance for her to verbally tease him. She quickly decided to add to the effect, leaning into his side and tucking her muzzle into the scruff of his neck. An oddity they must appear to be, with crimson stains still lingering upon their pelts. For once the grime did not bother her, nor did she rush to the nearest water to cleanse her pure pelt of it. Instead, she merely let out a rumble of contentment in her throat, "I'm kidding mon doux, your plan sounds great." She reluctantly pulled away from his warmth, sliding her eyes to the north-west. An area she had never ventured to, how exciting. She felt her own tail slide happily across the ground behind her.