Lion Head Mesa The sun doesn't give light to the moon assuming the moon's gonna owe it one

Thankfully, there were no more questions concerning his past or his reasons for wandering alone. He continued to push his muzzle through her soft fur, drawing in her scent and feeling the last of the tension melt away once more. She was too good to be true. He wasn't sure what he had done to deserve this, but he refused to question it. Maybe the stars had saw fit to gift him some peace after living so long in solitude and chaos. 

She leaned into his chest, and he delivered soft kisses to her jaw and cheek. Her question made him pause but he kept his face close to hers. I'm not hungry for food, he rumbled against her. Just for you. Eating was the absolute last thing on his mind. He nibbled along her lower jaw, using his nose to gently tilt up her chin so he could do the same to the sensitive skin of her throat.