Penthouse suite

She could see him contemplating and scrutinizing her as she willingly suggested and almost insisted that they share this bedroom, the Saxe brute seemingly not believing at first that she would want to do such a thing when he had offered and expected her a separate space. Eventually he seemed to accept that she wasn't trying to trick him or lie to him. She most certainly was not lying–she did want to share a bed with him–though she might not have been fully truthful in her reasons. Keeping him satisfied day and night was one of the only ways she had found in her short life that could guarantee that he'd keep her around and at least mostly in one piece. It was only a convenient benefit that he was attractive and well endowed so her work on him was quite enjoyable.

He returned to the topic of materials for the bed, citing the need for it to be large and comfortable enough for their activities. She returned his grin and chuckled with a tempting swish of her tail as it curled over her back. "I couldn't agree more." Ah, but he did in fact expect her to gather the materials for it. At the very least he explained that the pack had a store of furs and that she simply needed to go retrieve her favorites. Well, she still didn't like it, but it was better than any failed attempts to hunt the animals herself. He stepped closer till their chests were pressed into one another and she had to tip her head back to look up into his green gaze. His promise that they would be putting the bed to the test as soon as she was done with it was met with a purring sound of delight and a sly grin as she tipped her muzzle up to give his chin a teasing lick. "I do hope that is a promise, " guapo," she replied before slipping away from him, her tail curling under his chin as she went.

She followed what seemed like some well worn paths and where the most of the scents seemed to congregate until she finally figured out where these stockpiles that Azrael spoke of were located. There was indeed a good collection of furs and supplies here so she set to work pulling out the more plush and appealing of the furs that could be the top layer of their bed and some that were a little less soft, but they were thicker and would be good padding for the under layers of the bed. By the time she was done there was probably more furs than she could carry, at least not in one trip, but she was confident that it would made an excellent bed. She scooped up a few of them and draped them across her back to start carrying them back to the den. She certainly didn't like this manual labor, but it was certainly better than fishing dangerous fish! She dropped off the first load, waving a paw at Azrael as she passed and telling him, "Ah! No peek! I need more!" After another trip to the supply store to get the rest of what she had picked out and a bit of time of arranging, layering, and adjusting, she was finally done and she stood back to look at the spacious, plush bed that now dominated the center of the bedroom. "Azraeeeeel!" she called with a sing-song tone to her voice, grinning as she settled down across the bed and stretched out on her belly. "I'm doooone!"

"Mireia"