Blacktail Deer Plateau Jaguar

He expected the no and respected it. When she asked him not to die, his eyes softened and he slipped his muzzle alongside hers. "I won't," he promised with a small, cheery smile. Of course, he would die someday, breaking that promise, but at least he didn't plan to kick the bucket anytime soon. He was in his prime right now, with five or more good years left.

When she moved her foreleg to rest against him, he felt warmth at the touch that wasn't entirely physical. She remained quiet for a few moments before speaking again, asking a rather pertinent question. He'd actually wondered about titles himself, though he'd decided they didn't really matter to him. It wasn't like he was in a conventional relationship anyway.

"I'll be whatever you need me to be," he answered, "although I'd prefer manfriend over boyfriend any day of the week." His lips twitched. "Lover works. I will be making love to you frequently." He smirked. "Or we could be mates," he said a bit more lightly. "I'm happy with whatever you choose." It was true too, though Peregrine caught himself wondering if she'd take his surname in the event that she chose formal mate-ship. He would like that, especially since Hawkeye hadn't.