slow dancing in a burning room

She made no hard complaint, though Oxide found himself hesitating as he grasped her scruff gently. The action awoke an inner instinct that was driven down by the will to survive. Were they not in danger of losing their lives Oxide might have stopped right where they were and explored a whole new dimension to their relationship. As it was her alluring scent distracted him enough.

His lips pulled back as he felt her paw tap against his flesh, the familiar sign for his name. However unaware he was of the meaning it was based off of, and how true it rang for his little shadow on his back. Of course the young man couldn’t help but imagine all of the ways he’d show Eris around her new found adulthood.

”Right.. rest.” He chuckled amusedly, once they were safe there was only one thing he would be able to focus on. He was young, and hadn’t come close to depleting himself, there was plenty of energy to expend. He picked up his pace, unable to hide his eager anticipation. 'Safety' couldn't arrive soon enough.