Hideaway Strath I promise I won't break it

Of course, he thought highly of her.
Her resilience, her beauty. How she let herself be brought back from the edge, but didn't rely on him alone. She knew it was something she had to do, and he was just here to help.
He was about to tell her as much when those words poured from her mouth.
A wolf she loved.
Not cared for, but loved.
He glanced to her, but her eyes adverted.

He smiled, letting her think.
Perhaps she'd be terrified. He found it amusing even if it might be called cruel.
He slipped into her den. He didn't realise how small it really was until he filled it up. Nyra or Kynareth wouldn't be able to fit.
He lay on his left side, still shaking with cold.

He thought about his words while she hurried to get her supplies.
A smile spread his face as the giddy feeling of the poppies starting to ease him.
He watched her work. Letting her concentrate the best she could.
And once she was settled against him, he brought his muzzle close to her ear.
"I love you too. I have from the moment you showed up here."
He pulled away to lick his lips. No one likes wet smacking next to their ear.

Her body was like fire against him. It was probably just because he was cold, or the poppies - but he couldn't help thinking it was because she was embarrassed or something.
"I love you Arlette," he blinked, a goofy slightly smirk playing his lips, "you're attractive too, love."
He placed his head on his paws, but his eyes never left her face. Those gorgeous eyes. The soft curve of her muzzle.