Hoshor Plains love into a weapon

we can fade here <3

his plea was met with a softening of eyes that would melt to warmth only for him. if she were born a more sentimental creature she might have reassured him there was nothing to fear. instead she ushered up a soft, "i will be," with a whisk to the downy fur of his chest.

she turned from him then, a gust of wind tangling fur and sweeping forth the claim of their home. "walk with me?" she asked with a nod to the inner expanse of their territory. soon she would be off as an emissary and he left to keep the house in order, but for now they had a moment together and she wished to steal it away should he accept.