Blacktail Deer Plateau Slow burn

 

Catori wasn't disappointed by Grayday, turning once she'd heard him approach only to see the faint remainder of a nosebleed. Which ended up in her coat almost immediately. Catori turned to press her skull beneath Grayday's, giving a low croon as she nestled against him. She'd never been afraid of traveling and she'd never had any concerns with space or distance or time. But then, leaving Grayday behind, that had been entirely  different. She pulled back after a long while of satisfying her need to just drown in his smell again. 

She wondered what had happened in the time she'd been gone - she wondered how the kids were doing, how the pack was doing, but none of her words were coming right then. It was all sensations, her tongue sweeping the bridge of his muzzle to clean a bit of the blood she assumed had smeared between them.