Wild Berry Meadow sweet surrender

Valiant smirked at her, very much doubting her words. As much as he would've liked to believe her, he knew that he was more 'charming' than he was suave... and not in a practiced sort of way.

He watched her in the light of the blazing sunset while they hunted for berries, eating some and piling others on the skin. The red of her muzzle and ear tips turned molten, the white of her throat glowed almost pink. Her grays went lavender, her eyes a deep indigo. But he still saw her, in little flashes, exactly as he had that day. Eventually, the sight and the smell of her drew him close to her side.

"You were as beautiful then as you are now," he told her, kissing her cheek once more. "Our lives took us in different directions, but..."

He was embarrassed to admit it.

"When we met, I dreamed of this. How could anyone not've?"

He hoped that she would not think it terribly crass of him.