He would slip from her, relieving her of his weight. Labored breaths bounced off the cave walls, echoing loudly in her ears until it all faded away into steady breaths. The stench of valhalla was gone, replaced with the heady cocktail of their carnal pleasures. His husky voices would pull her gaze to his as she settled in beside him. Her amusement would match his own, a low chuckle rolling off her tongue. They had just violated an old woman den, a place she had once called home. She would lean against him, even as he shifted, his massive skull lowering to his paws. She would drape her own crown across his shoulders, enjoying the moment of peace, a moment to just be together. Again he would speak, and immediately her interested spike. Ears tipped toward him, a brow lifting even though she knew he wouldn't be able to see her expression. His thanks came as a surprise. It was a rarity that they openly confessed their love for each other. Her chuckle would leave her lips in sync with his, amusement dancing across her face. She would fall silent, even as he once again confessed that he would lost without her. "You've become quite the sappy bastard in your old age." She would grumble good naturedly, a smirk toying with her lips. Sliding her head towards his, she would drag her fangs across one of his ears, tugging gently on the appendage.