The Bracken Woods oh, black lung, you're back

colt laughed softly, ruffling her red fur. "look forward to seein' what yew bring." he was not a fool; he knew that she did not enjoy this closeness. he knew it. and still he held her close, their warmth melding around the pair.
it was a certain pleasure not to lie alone, he decided, jaws splitting in another yawn. "yer not mad at me, are yew? about before?" his voice was starting to fade; he lay his cheek against the leaf litter beneath the tree.