Mud Run

The wind teases her touselled fur, bits of grass and leaves cling to the cream and caramel strands in her ruff. His deep humming rumble pleases her.

He rolls his pastel eyes at her comment and the playful smile, usually ever present on her slender maw, twitches just as he reaches to cup her cheek. But the warm and easy smile returns as her own paw plays with the midnight fur just by his temple.

"Ohh... so soon?" She smirks, teasingly pleading with him to stay and cuddle a little longer, "I do stay with Deluge typically, it's been a nice change from my wanderings and shallow dugouts. I'm not used to being in one place for so long." She's never actually had a den of her own before.

She'd eventually let him up, then tilted her head mischievously "Was that an invitation?" Surely spending a night or two in Scald's den wouldn't harm any?