Bearclaw Valley and this is the day, i die for it

Too much time had passed since Blondine had gotten a chance to have a real, intimate conversation with Indra. Their relationship had blossomed quickly, and she didn't want to see that fade — as she spotted the crimson frame of the young femme slipping away, Blondine was quick to follow. Wait up! she called as she made her approach. 

The scent that clung to her friend's fur wasn't something that was easy to hide; it was noted almost immediately. A pang of curiosity spread through Blondine's chest; when would it be her turn? Regardless, she waited until they were side by side to try and nudge at Indra's shoulder as a friendly greeting. I missed you!