The 'me' in the 'me and you'

“Of course, i’m an absolute damsel in distress” he joked as she teased him for being hopeless. She was shaking her head at him, but there was a grin on her lips that he would have played the fool to see again and again. He allowed himself a self-mocking smile. He had it bad for the little blind wolf. He always had, but in the past he had been better able to hide his obsession, still learning what love was. With their years apart, he was loath to let her out of his sights again.

“Lambs ear, I’ll remember that. I’ll need it for my heart once your done with me.” he flicked his tail against her rump, a soft grin on his maw, but his eyes where on the forest floor as well. “Hmm, would this be it?” he asked, nudging a fuzzy plant and drawing her attention to it. He might be playing the fool, but he truly was looking and offering her his help.