Redsand Canyon thought we'd build a dynasty forever couldn't shake

Her chest tightened—his admission he would shout it from the rooftop. She didn’t know what to make of that—did he mean it? He promised to show her over time, and she willed herself to be patient—to not simply flee from the inevitable heartbreak and cocoon herself with everything she knew she could trust and knew.

Because this was new territory for her, and as his muzzle grazed her shoulder, she all but purled in his embrace, stretching lightly, feeling her sleepiness grow.

“You seem so confident in who I am,” she murmured, her chin pressing to his outstretched forelimb now, curling in to him and allowing herself to be comforted by his warmth and size now.