Redhawk Caldera Beaver Moon

Bronco's feelings for Teya had only grown in the time they had spent together, but he enjoyed the pace they'd been taking; it allowed for desire to bud and bloom over and over again. He felt himself growing more and more certain of the sustenance that made up their growing relationship, when there was still so much ahead for them to enjoy. He knew how sweet the indulgence of their longing would be. 

Her promise warmed his heart, despite it being muffled by his fur. He pulled her closer and uttered a soft grown. It was tough, keeping his longing at bay- but it was wonderful, for him, not having to rush anything. He could sense that she too hungered for more, but that she did not seem to grow sour with all the waiting. If anything, it seemed to work for both of them. 

He smiled and placed his head atop hers, pulling her closer yet again, so she might nuzzle into the crook of his throat. "Every morning." He said softly, a promise of his own. He allowed the moment to linger. 

Lightly, he lifted his chin and resettled it; a shift in the conversation was due. "I thought we could find a second den, close to ours," He said thoughtfully. "So that Sorana would have somewhere of her own to live. But I'd want her to feel...Included. If there's gonna be kids next year, I'd...Really want her to get to see how awesome it is to be a big sister." He said. "Plus it'd be like having our own personal babysitter nearby. Win-win, right?"