The Princess And The Casanova

A smile would tug at her ebony lips when he would chant a poem in his french lullaby, the lyrics tugging on her heart strings. "Oh Winter- you are dawn, a fresh start to the day. You are day and I am night. We find each other in the dusk delight. When it's not too bright nor dark- it's just right." She would say in a soft melodic chord, nuzzling her face into the soft velvety fur of the male's chest and upper neck. She would close her eyes, feeling the warmth of sun rays on her coat, knowing it would make her red and brown russet pelt dance with color from the morning sun. It happened at dawn and at sunset, the sun sprinkling her coat and making her pelt dance with a firey red orange.
She would continue to sniff in his scent, his aura being filled within her nostrils. Her cute little black nose nuzzled itself deeper into his coat, moving and sniffing his chest, tickling the male softly with her cold nose.