Ouroboros Spine Carrying your love with me

His tail thumped the ground even harder, at this. He was pleased by the commonality they found, and in his heart, something he hadn't wanted to acknowledge clicked into place. Perhaps he and Raindrop were more suited to each other than he had been with Vaïre. Certainly, their families seemed to have much more in common.

"We've got a River in our family, too," he told her. More than one, if he was remembering right. "Seems like the names are all real similar, too."

He lifted his head off of her paws to kiss her cheek.

"Raindrop," he said, his chest squeezing around his heart. He searched her eyes for doubts or hesitation. "...I love you."

It was soon — but then again, it wasn't. He'd loved her for close to two years, by now. Not as a wife, at first, but that love had shifted so easily into this.