You own me like whispers in poetry

Her awareness was drawn away from the birds as his tongue drew a design over her muzzle. She would faintly recall the sound of a receding set of bird wings as her gaze was captured by his lustful blues, her chin cupped by his paw.

At first she was surprised, then she smiled. Playfully scoffing at his advances.

"I seem to recall, a question I hadn't answered outright-" She interjected, her eyes lidded, a golden paw reaching up to his arm, "-of what den we ought to call our own. Are you opposed to reclaiming the traditional Warlords bedchamber as ours?" They were already standing on the dais overlooking the col. She was in a much better headspace to consider such ideas. She swept her tail around, wafting a scent to tease him. Since she had gone without the herbs for a few days her scent had no doubt changed subtly.