Valley of Gold We'll sleep when the morning comes

She was fast. She let him catch up to her once only, and she allowed his teeth to find her soft fur. She smelled really good too. He was instantly infatuated with her. He chased her through the grass, switching directions with her but never getting close enough to touch her again. It only made him want her more, but he figured she knew that. 

He stopped a few steps after she did, lowering his front half in a play bow, his tail wagging slowly above him, grin on his face. He watched her lovely tail wave back and forth. She said she liked him, and that made him chuckle. Good, because I like you too. Apparently if he wanted to stay, her husband had to like him too. He nodded. Fair enough. He was in desperate need of a place to stay and the idea of getting closer to her made his heart beat faster in his chest. The fact that there was a husband for him to play with only made the deal sweeter. 

She said he was around, then took off again. Hawthorn followed eagerly.