Neverwinter Forest i'm just a cowpoke

the swat earned her a pointed glare from the man, with tattered ears somehow pulling even tighter against his cranium. but—

he doesn't raise his voice again. he goes so far as to clamp his jaws shut to keep from doing so. and perhaps... he dramatized just mildly, ever so fond of the attention she gave him.

her demand rolls over him like high tide and the tartok warrior grimaces, brows huffing low above those twin bronze eyes. still, he slowly pulls his tucked foreleg out from beneath his broad chest and offers it to her.

kota is resigned to hissing, wincing and moving uncomfortably whenever his mate applied any sort of attention to his cracked, bleeding paw. when he speaks again, it is to do the opposite of complain, tongue rolling between clicking pearl teeth.

shani, there comes his voice, a low rumble, you ain't gotta take care of me. his chin grazes his chest as he inclines his head downwards, peering up at her with softened eyes.

but i— he stops, lips pulling together in a grim line. i love you for it, he wants to say, but can't. incapable of putting the words love and you together, nothing new, nothing old. but he hopes that she knows.