Hideaway Strath I tell myself you don't mean a thing

Taking the eased tug as a form of challenge, Arashi growled playfully in acceptance. He was a soldier, and now a love bound one. None could ever make him back down from a challenge.

Bounding after in a fray of dark fur, the hound caught up to the snowy glare and nipped at her ear. His feet soon fell in step with her own, dancing along in a synced rhythm. It was a silent tune that they waltzed with, but the pounding thrum within his ears could not be denied. His heart had never slowed, growing even more anxious every second his eyes fell upon her. 

There was a part of Arashi that would have liked to claim the instinctive prize that any male sought, but he knew that he loved her for far many more reasons than to bring life into the world. She was life; his life, and had been since the day he met her. Only now was he beginning to realize just how close to him he wanted her to be.

After many paces had passed, his limbs grew tired and would give out if he didn't put an end to it. Chuffing heavily, Arashi turned to her and nudged at her flank. He didn't wait long enough to see if she understood the gesture before his underbelly met the ground, head falling to the side. It'd been a while since he'd last slept, so, of course, the amount of asserted energy wasn't helping him to stay motivated and on his feet.