Blacktail Deer Plateau you tell me whats next

Her response drew a chuckle from the male, who was busy rubbing his chin over the back of Catori's head and neck. When she was liberally coated with his own scent, Grayday slid to the side to fondly regard the pale woman, one foreleg still resting on her shoulder.

"Well, I need something sweet to call you, if you're going to be my woman," he teased, craning his neck to push his nose against her paw. "But maybe 'Missy' isn't quite right."

He liked her given name more than anything else. Catori fit her well, and 'Cat' was an easy endearment that he'd quickly taken up. Spiritwalker, too, was a fine title, and he employed it often enough in his head. But those were all things that others might call her as well, and Grayday - possessive sop that he was - desired something that would only be used between the two of them.