make a mark, plant a flag

“Guess that means I can look you up any time I’m in need of kisses” she told him. First, she would have to figure out where his pack resided. There was one good thing about pack life - it made it easier for Keetie to find you and steal kisses. “Or are you inviting me in for a few nights?” she wiggled her brows at him. She had already informed him of her thoughts of staying somewhere for keeps - but a few nights of fun? She wouldn’t say no to that. “I could grace your collection for just a day or two, so you can always remember the perfect piece it's missing.”
Was she vain?
No. Not at all.

The large blue wolf was shifting and moving beneath her. Made awkward with how much of her was on top of him. When he shifted the coat and let in a blast of cold air, Spice yowled, and swiped at his ear. Keetie thought that summed it up pretty well.

When he finished rolling, she settled more firmly onto his belly. All of her weight onto him now, even her paws were off the ice. Mmmm. She supposed she could forgive him for the cold wind. He playfully massaged her claws into his belly - not enough to hurt, just enough to tingle a little. His own cold toes were digging into her armpits, but the shared body heat made everything a little easier. Spice was curled up on his forehead, and Keetie was careful not to squish the cat as she rested her head on his cheek.

When the howling wind fell silent, it was very, very obvious.she cautiously raised her head a little, and peeked an eye out of the covers. Gaining another hiss from Spice, but the cold wasn’t so bad when it wasn’t being driven by the wind. She let out a very cute and totally not child-like squeak as the strange, rhythmic beating she had been hearing came into view. The deer-creatures upon them and passed so fast she had no time to do anything but dig her claws tightly into Ty, and hold on for dear life. Afraid of being trampled or pushed into the ocean. None of that happened, and the fast-moving butts were quickly vanishing. Well. Shit. “See what chased them or start fleeing?” she could hop on board either boat. She was a beautiful dame, but also a fighter. If it was a bear, she was getting her own damn coat.

"Speech"