Rising Sun Valley [m] We'll wish for weightless knees

Breathless and shivering, Reverie did not let Dusty Rose drift too far from her even in the aftermath of their coupling. She kept her muzzle buried in his fur, her flank pressed to his until her trembling legs slowly folded beneath her and she sought to draw him into the glistening grass beside her.

There's a little - A yawn cut through her words. A little hollow in the Emberwood. Somewhere we can go get dried off. She ran her muzzle through his fur, clearly not in any hurry to move just yet. A delicious ache sang throughout her body, a reminder of what they'd done that would stay with her for days to come. She didn't mind. The best things always ached at least a little.