Whitefish River to the moon and back

The scent grows thick—Evergreen wrinkles his nose, nostrils flaring a second later, and his head turns just in time to spot his mate’s approach. Round ears perk, tail wagging rapid at his hocks as he moves to greet him just as feverishly.
He wants nothing more than to suggest they find some place, and wrap him up in his embrace. He brushes his cheek to Winterbourne’s, giving him a kiss too, and it is with his words and a foggy slow brain that he shifts and realizes Ira is there, too.
Oh, he breathes out, oh… uhm, right. Think. Do… do you, uh, wanna go somewhere more…? Private? Not that anyone was around currently, or would be.