Hideaway Strath Right before I close my eyes

He sighed, glad for it to stop. The pain faded to a throb rather than a sharp stinging.
That was better.
He twisted his scarred head to look at his new tattoos. They will surely scar. He wondered if he'd have any fur grow back there.

But she said she was happy. All the cold and pain was worth it, it seemed. He smiled, reaching to touch his nose to her, a silent thanks.
"Yes Miss Arlette," he grinned, tail wagging softly. 
He guessed if he got dirt in it he'd just have to see Arlette and beg her for more help.
Some part of him said that she'd enjoy that just a little.
"Just so you know, you look real good too," he smirked, still looking at her. She was picturesque in this landscape. The soft snow laying over her pale fur, the evergreen background that intertwined with her scent. Her eyes, deep and stark against her pallete.

No sparring. He could do that.
Unless Arlette gave him a bit more rough and tumble, which he, of course, wouldn't turn down.