Moonspear prodigy

She knew she had yet to win his heart. And if she were to, that it would take time. A challenge that she readily accepted. But no matter what became of them, the Archer was completely and utterly smitten with him. For so many reasons, beyond just his good looks. She couldn't deny that she often wondered, what their children would look like.

He joined her in the water, which flowed and wound it's way around the lines of their bodies. Her heart was in her throat as he dunked his head under, then resurfaced. His fur oil like with the watery sheen. She was mesmerized by him. Enraptured.

The world fell away, dimming around her. It was just her and him, as he closed in. Captivating green eyes staring into her blue ones, so close. He kissed her again, to which she received his affections with a tilt of her head. Down her neck. Teeth clenching, she lurched to wrap her arms around his shoulders, nuzzling into the dark fur of his nape. In his ear, she let out her voice so only he may hear.