Redsand Canyon you were baptized in ice [m]

She didn't push him away. In fact, she leaned further into him, and then he felt her nuzzle against his throat. He felt the touch everywhere even though it was gentle and feather light. His heart was slamming against his ribs now, and he couldn't stop the heavy expel of breath that was forced from his chest; it fanned her fur where his muzzle was still pressed against her skin. 

Had this been any other woman, he might have pushed to see how far he could get, but not with her; he cared about her too much. She was upset and vulnerable, and he wanted her to be sure that she wanted more from him. He didn't want anything else swaying her decisions. But how did he explain that to her without it feeling like rejection. Of course, he could just be reading way too much into this, but he had to be sure. 

Aquene, he whispered against her fur. What the hell was he going to say? I— the auxillary chickened out for a second but quickly resumed. I care about you, and I want, um, this He hoped she would know what he meant. She was probably way better at talking about this stuff than he was. But right now, I feel like I would be taking advantage. He hoped she wouldn't take it the wrong way. He was really trying to do right by her. He had paused his affection but still lingered just above her scruff in the hope that she would let him continue his gentle nuzzling there.