Northstar Vale Steampunk dogfight.

could be a fade? <3

hits. hits. hits.

he wondered if he had been actually hit yet. he supposed the fear he had felt that he might lose towhee last spring with her seizures had been a hit. only he had been so fortunate as to keep her, her care coming from the best they could have asked for.

had it been a hit to leave mereo right as he approached something akin to the top? no, he thought not, when he had gained all of this in return.

he only dropped his line of thinking when she spoke, touched. his tail was quick to began a thumping cadence behind him. he did not need boning all the time when they had this. the good talks and the kinder touches that they allowed themselves to have in love.

i am happy, and in love! he declared with a beaming warmth. entirely uncertain if she would catch his words, but finding it in him to say them openly nonetheless. he found himself wishing to be husbandly and fatherly now.

i should find leo and jack, we can gather the pelt and dinner for you.