Broken Antler Fen A Saturday night kind of pink

Pearl rolled her eyes good-naturely as he claimed to guess he agreed with her. At least he heard the truth from her. Sometimes he didn't quite see all the good he was doing, and she loved pointing it out to him. 

"You could say that it's working," she said, licking under his chin playfully. "I'm glad you think that. I'm always here to help you out, I love you too." Pearl's actions reflected her words as she cuddled up against her mate. Looking up at the sky, she was facinated with all the colors of the fading sunset.