Fox's Glade to me, from the timbers,

relief. it flooded over him like the smoke from a gun, sank deep into bones. his docked tail twitched once, twice, before swaying. betraying his emotion, betraying the indifference he'd tried to force upon himself. she had remembered, and here she was, nearly knocking him off sturdy limbs as she collided into his barreled chest. 

the other feeling, the warmth and comfort, wrapped around his heart like a vice. a feeling he'd only felt around her, and would only continue to feel around her. the outlaw welcomed the touch. a man forged of steel and brutality, now melting into the touch of a small, irresistible woman. he lowered his muzzle to push through soft, plush fur. 

greedy, insatiable. his nostrils flared to inhale lungfuls of her scent, and he found himself foolishly hoping that it'd envelop him. that he would smell of her, more so than tvar. jealousy threatens to gnaw, but he doesn't let it. he simply chooses to enjoy having her near, so close and warm. nose presses firmer against her, a low rumble emanating from his chest. a deep, pleased purr. 

"told ya i would, darlin'. reckon i couldn't stay away." words so soft compared to normal, so heartfelt and raw. it's not that he even tried; she forced such emotion out of him, so easily it was intimidating. she'd bring him to his knees, and she'd probably be the death of him. 

but what a way to go. 

he draws his head back, only to press the end of his nose to the space between her ears. "how've ya been? keepin' outa trouble?" the words were protective, alarmingly so. he found himself yearning to hear her stories, to hear her ramble like she had the first time they'd met.