Bearclaw Valley You choose the door you choose the path

He hurt again but it didnt matter now that he was laying safe inside their den, now that she was safe inside their den. He lay still, the iron tinted scent of his blood filling the air but not as heavily as before. Olive had done a good job with his wounds, she had tended to him and saved him from death once more. Onyx's voice grabbed his attention, not that it had strayed very far though. He smiled at her, heartbeat quickening as she said love. "fresh moss...The rest has been tended to"he responded calmly and paused. He squirmed closer to her and pressed his nose up into her chest. "And be mine. Not...as an object or sense of fun as Lonzo wanted but...be my heart, my soul, my life. be the air i breathe and the last thing i see at night. Be my mate Onyx? I want for nothing or nobody else"He finished speaking and then held his breath,face pressed into her fur.