Blacktail Deer Plateau you tell me whats next

Grayday used the last of his strength to make sure he fell to the side of his mate, rather than right on top of her. After that, the only movement he made was to lazily groom at the fur of her scruff, where his saliva had made a mess of her gingery pelt.

A tired laugh escaped him at her question. "No, I don't think so." A pause. "I've never done it just for fun before," he shared, wondering what had taken him so damn long. But he was glad he'd been able to share this experience with Cat, and glad that he didn't have memories of such blinding pleasure with Khoe or Amber. He felt connected to Cat in a way he wasn't familiar with - in a way that wasn't unlike the profound love he felt for his children, except that this was shared equally between the two of them and not something he had to carry on his own, no matter the strife that came between him and his own blood.

These thoughts swirled in his head, but he voiced none of them. Expressing himself always came out in a messy tangle at the best of times, and he certainly wasn't at his best right then. Instead, he simply curled around his wife and continued to groom her, his movements growing more and more lethargic as he drifted off into a deep, deep sleep.