A Strange Type Of Chemistry

She looked over to him and smiled, feeling their fur mingle together. The scent of oak and maple that scattered throughout their fur made her nostrils flare, but she paid no mind to it as she nuzzled him. He was a kind-hearted brute, and she adored every minute being with him. However, the dame did wish he would speak so she could know his name. Her eyes stayed sparkling, meeting with his own as what she thought were his eyes. A small smile would spread across her maw once again, sitting beside him. She would soon place her head against his chest, not caring.