Redhawk Caldera Beaver Moon

"I will." He promised her. The feathering of kisses on his cheeks assured him significantly. Touch had its way of taking the worry and pulling it out of his system, and Teya was an expert in making all of Bronco's concerns simply float away with a glance of her coolwater eyes, or a touch to his cheek or shoulder. With her Midas touch she made him feel like gold. 

A word was spoken, and it was as if a spell had been cast over him, freezing him for a moment. Not in fear, simply in surprise. His ears perked, and he blinked. Slowly, he came back to life. He leaned away from her enough, but was quick to turn his warm, affectionate gaze to hers so she knew he wasn't pulling away out of want for space. His lips were relaxed, pulled into a smile that brought a glitter to his eyes. "Who told you?" He teased in a soft voice. He chuckled, and pulled her close, squeezing her against his chest. Into her fur, he exhaled, and rocked her gently from side to side. He'd told no others, so it must have been her conscience which had spoken.

"I love you." He exhaled into her ear, so that she might now hear the words from him.