Bearclaw Valley i can't fight this time now

buried deep in the plush of his fur did she simply breathe. it was an odd, unforeseen kind of feeling that took hold of her with his soft coos and gentle rubs upon her back. and as cole waged comparisons in his head, nephele did to.

she had never expected anything of the sort from arktos; no gentleness, no soft words, no soothing motions upon her spine. that man had been gentle to her in his own way, and that had been enough for her. but this, this was a tenderness she had not known before and the woman could not help but wonder if this is what a relationship was supposed to feel like?

or perhaps she had simply been swallowed in the storm of her own emotions.

she sucked in a breath and sighed, the tension she'd been subconsciously holding in her muscles finally letting loose to relax. "just you, me, and the big ol' valley," she said, calling back to their previous conversation.

she turned her head so that it lay flush against his chest, eyes looking out toward the distant mountains that surrounded them. "how about we start with something easy, something slow," she suggested, tilting her head upward to try and gauge his reaction. "take me to your favorite place in the valley."

she could learn a bit about him this way, should he be willing enough to let her.