Every Rose has it's Thorns

Dhiren had been sleeping in his den, back to the entrance as always. His body had been worn, tired from the endless walks he had taken since finding out about Guinevere. The information he had shared with Dutiron was a secret conversation he hoped to never unearth, especially after he had found out about a woman's heat cycle. As he laid down to sleep that night, he was happy to be a dude.
Her voice woke him the next morning, causing him to slowly stir. Bleary eyes blinked and he yawned widely before turning around to look at her. Silver and gold eyes saw the blurry form of his sweet lady at the entrance, telling him to come swimming with her. His blank expression turned into a happy one, making a smile appear on his face. Dhiren turned himself around, stretched all four legs, and ambled his way out of the den.
A brisk morning nuzzle was given to the russet-faced woman before he shook himself all over. "All right, all right..." he murmured, paws slowly dragging until Guinevere was in step with his own pace. Once he was sure that they were walking together, Dhiren's face slipped on a sneaky grin. "Only if you can catch me!" He took off at a fast pace, knowing good and well they were heading towards the beach. Happy barks and snaps were given as he raced along the familiar trail to their place, hoping that she would quickly follow behind him.









"Speech"
'thoughts'