one more shot at the future

”Mmm?” he said sleepily, enveloped in the warmth of her fur as she pushed tightly into his sleeping form. This den wasn’t the den of their home, and the scent of herbs wasn’t as noticable, inside or out. Of course, his little Winter Rose always smelled faintly of herbs and remedies , a unique mix of it that was all hers. Even in his half asleep state he could appreciate it, and his nose twitched appreciatively as he turned and buried his face into her coat.

But her voice spoke out again, questioning him, asking if he was awake, and with an overly dramatic sigh, he lifted his face again and opened one eye to look at his one true love. There was sleepy amusement there, as he turned his smile no her. “No” he replied to her question, before nibbling as the excess fur beneath her ear. “Are you?” he wondered.