Hideaway Strath Up north’s getting cold soon

“Yes.” Is all he says bad to her. A power in his voice to prove that he means it. The second part of her complaint is unheard to him. Well, he heard her, he just doesn’t respond to her cutting comments.

From his peripheral he sees her perk up, her beautiful ears cupping towards him. He wants to roll his eyes, but a borderline sweet smile appears on his maw. Until she realizes that she would eventually have to go back in. 

He turns to her then his smile turning into a light frown. “Well, I’d love for you to sleep with me in my den, but I can’t trust you not to run away.” He shifts his eyes to the path ahead. “I’m a heavy sleeper, dear.” He states matter-of-factly.