Redhawk Caldera Beaver Moon

He looked at her, taking in the expression that swept over her features as she looked at the view. "Mhmm," He agreed, intentionally not moving his gaze for a moment. Bathed in crimson light, her pelt simmered, like a red ale brewing. The looked into each other's eyes, and he felt a flicker of warmth creep up his spine. He stepped neared to her, and then sat, his hip flush against hers, grumbling affectionately as he invited her to lay down beside him as he sprawled. 

"I was thinking," He said. "We could find a place, where we both might live." He said. "Bunk up, for the winter...and the spring," He said. A subtle hint, that he intended to find a place fit for more than just two wolves. "what do you think?" He asked.