Whitebark Stream Lumiere, darling.

together they slowed, stopped, came to rest on the riverbank. the huntress leans toward her mate, preening carefully the sun-touched fur behind his ears, gaze half slitted as she sinks into the ease of this moment, the gentle quiet. around them, crickets and frogs chirp and trill, a simple orchestra. 

"I will always chose you," she murmurs, "again and again." she preens carefully the gentle curve of his ear, withdrawing a moment as her muzzle curves in a gentle smile. "I'm glad you chose to stay a while," she offers a low hum, deep in her chest, as she places a careful kiss on his cheek, pressing near to his warmth.