Blacktail Deer Plateau Rome o Romeo where art thou?

something fluttered in his stomach when she ran her muzzle along his. it felt good, a sort of feeling that he hadn’t felt in a long time. not something since his last mate. only this time it was different. it was better, it held more value.

he ran his tongue through her soft fur. “we leave at dawn,” he whispered, “will you stay with me for the night?”