a ship with no sails

Bane felt Silverback press against his muzzle's touch and her whiskers traced of his fur as they glided along, a strange noise, almost like a growl reverberated from the leopard's throat. But her expression didn't look or seem hostile, so Bane took it as a feline quirk. A chuffing noise was audible at the end of his little administration, the grey male giving a grateful yet nervous smile as he resumed his tongue's caress. Bane didn't understand the meaning of that particular feline noise also, but it almost felt as if Silverback was pleased. Bane closed his maw and gave his own assuring smile. "There's no need to be sorry Silverback, I think I understand it."

Silverback's voiced changed right then and there as she spoke, Bane letting concern for the snow leopardess cross his features. "I'll always be there for one like me." The feline let something very then familiar come out of her maw as she spoke her next words. If only he was a leopard? My my, what a complement she's just given him. Bane rubbed his head under her chin and turned to look up at her again. "What would you have me do? Who said that we cannot be together for tonight?" The grey wolf was sincere in his question as he rubbed his body along her front chest as he slide underneath her head, an imitation of her chuff being given by the wolf. Bane knew what it ment now.