Don't Tell Me, Don't Tell Me You're Leaving
05-16-2017, 02:32 PM
Whenever he spoke of Dragoste and his plans for the pack Ganta couldn’t help but get excited; he longed for that perfect place, a paradise for himself and his friends. A place he’d keep safe for them all. He felt happy, so very happy, and he gently returned the loving lick to Roza’s own muzzle before the two of them headed back to the den.
Once inside, he could hear her soft confession, and Ganta reached over to gently nose at her neck. “…and I feel I’m just as happy to have you in mine, Roza. I love you.” Those words… Gods how wonderful they felt to say. Such beautiful words… He let out a yawn before easing into a laying position, motioning for Roza to lay with him. Sure they’d have to dry off now… but in the meantime they could cuddle and share in each other’s warmth.
That made even the rain worth it.
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