Hideaway Strath [m] no shortage of sordid, no protest from me

He flopped to the ground and stretched out on his side with a happy groan, allowing her and hoping for her to cuddle against him in any manner she wished. Oh how he loved the scent of her upon him in every place. His eyes drifted closed enjoying every kiss she gave him every touch, no matter how brief, craving it like a junkie for his fix.

"Mmm..." He rumbled his voice deep, rich and still husky; his eyes remained closed as he relaxed on the precipice of sleep and wakefulness "We need to put together a midwife bag. What are the sorts of tools you'd need? I have tinctures that I'd be sure to make plenty of, They are useful..."

With his eyes still closed, he moved his muzzle to sink it into her fur or what ever was closest to him and if his cold nose hit any warm sensitive parts he'd have a hard time hiding the teasing smile.