Bearclaw Valley all i want

Her marred form, though meek, tempered enough so she could close the slim distance between them. She fell against him like he was made of clouds, however muscle-brawn he'd been, he didn't imagine he was quite the quilted bedding.
Her muzzle against his shoulder, it allowed him to nose the opposite end of her own neck, her cheek. Inhaling her sweet floral scent, he noticed that it had begun to fade. Tapered with heavy pheromones from her den, he too would go stir crazy, wrapped in the delight of Winslet's perfumes.
She wanted to go with him, outright he almost barked a harsh no, but it was her final words that had his mind swarming, sweltering heavier with her oils clinging to his nose. A sharp inhale as he pulled away, beginning to drown further— they would not leave this den if he continued to linger. Maybe it was why he didn't wander too close. The self-proclaimed "restraint" he had gripped upon would soon falter, if not in the next minutes.
Okay, he said, albeit voice gruff from the lack of use, but steady all the same. He swallowed, beginning to turn, opening the door to her bird cage. It reminded him of the bird that they'd come across the first time she met him— was she the bird, now? Teetering that line between flightlessness and fear.
Not far. Maybe we can find s'more of those... he turned his head back to push against her hip, the divot there, jasmine. He rasped, resisting the urge to let his eyes roll from the intoxicating scent. As if he was in a trance, he pulled away.
A cock of his head, he waited for her to join him at his side. This time, she would not be out of his sight.