Sleepy Fox Hollow she tells me 'worship in the bedroom'

She found him, but stripped of the proud stance that graced the General. Her steps hesitated only momentarily before she ushered more quickly to his side, slender figure pressing gingerly to his own stalwart frame, exotic muzzle seeking the warmth of his ruff as she inhaled his scent sharply, eyes fluttering shut as she stole this moment to enjoy as it could be one of the last they had while remaining on good standing, should he turn to hate her after what was to come.

Something ailed him, and at that moment, the sylph came to the realization that she hurt when he did—a dangerous game, indeed.

“I have something to tell you,” she admitted, pulling away, gaze beseeching his own as a light frown knit her delicate features. “But first, what is it that weighs so heavily on your shoulders?”