Heron Lake Plateau Body and soul were bought and sold

Colt looked thoroughly surprised at the den she’d made, which pleased Niamh who’d had to clean herself completely after each digging session so as to avoid ruining the surprise and the whole ordeal had been exhausting. He investigated the opening, and her lips tweaked slightly as he entered, scrutinizing the size of the entrance she’d chosen to make. She liked a small, low doorway for a den, as a larger one would let in a draft. So this one was relatively close in size to her old den, but with more extra space once inside. 

Colt backed out, and it made her happy to see him show honest happiness- not some emotion he faked just to make her happy. She knew how stressed out he was, and for a moment, she considered going with her original plan...But could she? The timing was off, yet again...But would the timing ever be right? She wasn’t sure? But she was willing to gamble on it. He really did look happy.

”Thanks,” She said, moving forward to nudge his cheek affectionately. Her heart fluttered in her chest like a wild bird, caged. ”Comes with one condition, though.” She said, finding it hard to hold his gaze or even look up to his face. She had to- it was all or nothing, now.