Time Marches On

In time, the sound of approaching pawsteps indicated that Deimos was nearing the mouth of the den. Iki glanced towards the doorway when he entered, shooting the purple brute a smile before turning her attention to the last of the meat that she was just pulling off of the fire. She hadn't really noticed the package that he'd been carrying, so his surprise would remain that until he decided to give it to her. Iki placed the meat and fruits on a slab of warmed slate and placed the dish on a polished wooden table beside the freshly cleaned bed of furs.

Deimos came to her as she was turning back to him and he kissed her brow. Iki smiled softly up at him, almost lovingly, in fact. The woman's snake-like tongue protruded and flicked over his chin in response. "I figured you could use a nice meal after your patrol today." With one paw, she gestured for her mate to join her upon the plush mattress of furs. Once he did so, she settled beside him, curling in the opposite direction so that they faced one another, then lifted a piece of the still warm meat and offered it to him first.

"Iki"