Redhawk Caldera I Crush After You

He had laid his view on her warm chocolates, and thumped his golden tail underneath the pelts, a sign of happiness, a feeling he still had to grow back into after last nights mental turmoil.

"Mornin', sweets. How'd ya sleep?"

Ashton didn't mention how his slumber had gone, because describing the very depths of Hell couldn't compare to the heinous effects of his own.
If anything, he was foolishly more concerned about her, than himself.
He'd be damned if Death rained on his parade.

"The shadows reassured me that they wouldn't come for you last night.. They had dentist appointments too early in the morning."