shine on evening skyfire

Her eyes grew wide and her mouth opened in shock. What? she said a little loudly. No way did she smell like a buffalo! She turned her head to sniff her body and then turned back to him with narrowed eyes as he spoke again. Coming up next to him, she tried to push him with her shoulder in fun, grinning now. Well, you smell like a squirrel that's been holed up in a tree all winter! she retorted. Good thing I like the smell of Sequoia, she added.

The conversation seemed to get slightly tense when she brought up the potential weirdness of their sleeping habits. He admitted that he hadn't even thought about it, and she frowned a little. So, it's just kind of a habit to you? she asked, not accusingly, as she showed the way to their potential new den. He asked how she felt about it, and she took a moment to think before answering. I'd miss you if you weren't there, she admitted. She stopped when they reached the spot, but didn't bother yet to even look at the den. Instead, her gaze was steady on him. I look forward to coming home to you every night, she said boldly. I never not realize that. She took a breath while she studied his reaction.