Swiftcurrent Creek i'm in your back pocket, take me out when you get curious

ending and fading SORRY <3

she was aesthetic, mahler decided, from the small comfort of her paws to the cubvelvet of her fur. fragrant with wylla's scent, of course, but insistent on an autonomy, and her looming companion had begun to take stock of its buds. a smile curved his lips then, rare for its depth and the length of time for which it lingered on his features; a bow reserved ironically for a being so small she perhaps would not notice.
in time, mahler rose gingerly and lowered his muzzle toward her own with a reassuring rumble that he would indeed return. with a toy, he decided, glancing back along one thickly-furred shoulder before he pressed into the surrounding shadows and was departed. he had incurred wylla's wrath far too recently to wish it upon his head again.