Blacktail Deer Plateau you tell me whats next

A tiny smile finally broke his somber expression as she spoke. He could just picture her dressing him down if he stopped meeting her expectations - she wasn't the type to slip off and call it quits. She, like him, was not the 'giving up' kind. Maybe he didn't have to worry about that - what force of nature could compell her beyond the force of her own will? Grayday thought about the things that characterized his mate, his woman, his wife.

Wisdom. Strength of spirit. Goodwill. Self-assuredness.

No, he wasn't falling for her. And if she didn't need promises from him, why should he ask them of her? They were on the same page where it mattered, and the rest could be figured out along the way.

"Come here," said Grayday, considering the matter rested. He sat up and splayed his forelegs, offering the space between them. "I think you have something on your face. Let me get that for you."