Weaving Tales

She wanted to go with him! Internally, Sparhawk crowed with joy. Externally, he just smiled like an idiot, his tail wagging back and forth like a pup. She excited him, this woman. When she joked and kissed his nose, the man felt his entire body go red with heat. Gods above, the things she did to him... And she didn't even know it. Sparhawk took the opportunity of having her muzzle so close to place a quick peck upon her lips. He just couldn't help himself.

"Come, come. I have a nice surprise planned for you, Miss Po-em." The man ushered her along, falling into step beside her. As they traveled, he kept close, enjoying the feel of her nearness. Enjoying her scent. Just enjoying her. Poem brought the man joy. A joy that he hadn't felt in... well, ever. They were so new to one another, but already he was beginning to feel the pangs of love. Not that he had ever really loved before, but he knew of it and he knew what it was supposed to feel like.

As they walked, Sparhawk's ears perked and suddenly he was dashing off into the weeds. A loud honk and some squabbling sounded, but soon stilled. Stiff legged, the brute came back out of the tall weeds dragging a grey and brown goose with him. "In-urr," he said with his mouth full. He would feed her, then tell her stories by the fire. Hopefully she would feel comfortable enough to tell him some in return.

Dragging the bird back to the area that he had prepared in the thicket's clearing, Sparhawk motioned for his lady to enter first. They would have to dip beneath a tangle of branches to enter the space, but it was large enough for them, their meal and the fire that he had ready to be lit. The area was enclosed and there was only the one entrance, which gave the place a sense of safety. It was their own private get away.

Dropping the goose, Sparhawk came up beside the dark marked woman. "I wanted to do something nice for you," he admitted. He nuzzled behind one ear and motioned for her to join him beside the goose. They could eat first and by the time they were finished it should be dark. "Begin eating. I make fire." He then moved and began striking flint and steel at the pile of sticks and kindling. Soon he had a small but happy fire crackling away. It would be their light in the dark during the night.

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