Oxygen for your Eulogy

Now that she had been released Oxide felt reluctant to continue to offer his affections though he wanted to reach out and help groom her fur back to where it belonged. He had been reluctant to let her go, feeling an urge to wrap her tiny form back in is arms and nap away the rest of the day. She gave him a quick nod as he thanked her and he wasn't sure what happened next.

"Do you need an escort back to your pack?" Ox didn't want anything to happen to her, after they had been intimate and he had saved her. She reminded him too much of his little shadow. He didn't miss that she hadn't moved yet, and debated about returning to his place above her. They were even now though, and he had to have her request or permission. There seemed to be little chance of gaining permission a second time. Ox decided to try her though and offered as a joke, "or another romp?" He chuckled amusedly, his grin still remaining as he resisted the urge to nuzzle her again.