Dawnlark Plains the theory of everything

a chill raked through him as the cardinal reached to his cheek, her teeth finely brushing through his coarse fur. he closed his eyes and breathed a sigh, his final exhale a shudder.

what had driven him to come all this way? he sought to explain, but as he gazed upon her soft expression, he knew she was aware of the forces that drove him -- and her -- together.

"i am glad to be far from home, in this particular moment." the mayfair-cairn growled, feeling a strength pull through him. he canted his muzzle downwards, nibbling behind the soft cup of her velvet ears -- and then with unbidden and almost surprising desire, pulled himself close to her. "i missed you."