love me like a love song baby

He watched with adoration as his wife eyed him, leaping backwards to escape his outstretched paw. But his golden eyes could see exactly where she was backing up -- right into their den. So he kept hopping forward on three legs, knowing that she would soon be stuck. She commented that she liked her face just the way it was, and a joyful laugh sounded from the pale man. "Oh cara, il tuo viso è piuttosto perfetto. Non avete mai sentito parlare di una maschera di fango, però, sono la nuova mania!" He said in flawless Italian, wiggling his brows at her as her rump connected with the side of the den. Bass tried to leap forward then, aiming to smear the mud from her forehead down to her nose, giving her a nice little marking. Or a mud mask, however you looked at it?

Wren surprised him by leaping forward herself, although more towards his left as her dainty paws splashed down in a small mud puddle. She then bounded towards him, paws aiming for his chest. Letting out a gruff bark he scrambled backwards, but she was too fast for him. The whole front half of his chest was coated in the loose earth, trailing down his left leg. Hey, he was starting to look like Sparrow! Bass tried to rush forward then, aiming to gently collide his muddy chest with Wren's, his right leg shooting out as he attempted to swipe her legs from under her, trying to very gently knock her over on to her back. He let out another laugh, flashing his wife a large grin as he tried to stand over her. And then, whether she was on her back or not, he leaned to nuzzle into her cheek. He hoped to place a nip there, followed by a tender kiss. "Ti amo con tutto il cuore il mio fiore."