Honeyed Pasture baby, come give me something new.

it was only as he sat close to her could he detect the last traces of her heat, though in truth he paid little attention to it. he assumed with the fading scent, that she was past the point of fertility and any worries of him not being able to control his urges were tossed to the back of his mind. his attention was on his friend, while his focus was nothing more than to calm her.

"you're not dirty" he let out, face turning so that his golden gaze might try to find her blue one. the last time he had seen her, she had sent him away. what had happened between then and now was a mystery to him, but he was there to listen if she wanted to share. a comforting presence is all he sought to be.