Fancy meeting you here

His sweet words relaxed her, but the seed had already been planted. She curled back up into his form, tucking herself further into his form. Sucking in a deep breath of his scent, her shaking stilled as her eyes slipped closed. "But I'm so old," she muttered, ears still flat against her skull. There was a large age gap between them, she could be his grandmother. And yet she couldn't deny these emotions that were growing within her. She cared for Colten, more than the old woman would like to admit. Her muzzle was already starting to grey, the colour pulling through the rest of her coat as well. She wasn't the woman that he should fall for, not his first love. She would be rotten in the ground before he was her age, and hated the idea of it. Her fear of losing him was great, but the fear of leaving him behind was even greater.