Lost Creek Hollow Pale morning Sky

He eyed her paw as she held it out. Suddenly he stopped her and motioned for her to bring her paw to his maw again. He looked it over and spoke softly, deep rumble.

How about instead of ripping out all those poor thorns, who were just guarding their secrets I give it a small kiss better? That way the foliage stays the way it is.

He gave a soft sound. But if you really have that heart of yours set on ripping them out. I will do so.

Perhaps it was forward of him to offer such a thing, but he meant nothing by it. He was merely doing teh same thing he would have done for one of his younger female siblings.