sweetheart, is this a date?

It seemed that the peculiar skies were beginning to fade. Hints of pink and blue would poke out through skies of grey as Raumr prowled across the prairie with Taiga. Happy rumbles vibrated from his chest as he occasionally brushed against her shoulder or pressed his nose to her cheek. Taiga was good for him and he hoped that he was good for her. They would build something good and that started with getting some food for the rest.

Spread out before them was a massive bison herd. The lumbering beasts grazed, minding their own business. Approaching slowly, Raumr began to sink lower and lower to the ground. He would look over to Taiga, trying to read her mind, guess which one she wanted for the taking. would they go for a younger one that was defenseless or an older one they could take down easily? Taking up a position on the outskirts of the herd, he settled in to watch until she picked the best one.