Make me forget

He'd catch Motif's eye as she slowly awoke, her little smile refreshing from the previous night. She looked much less disheveled thanks to his grooming, and all around seemed much better this morning than the last surely. She'd lean easily into his affections as he answered her, though with her teasing reply he almost expected her to kiss him as she gazed up at his bloodied lips. He'd snicker, "You could still try." Though he'd resist the urge to lean down and kiss her himself she was already moving, out of the den and towards the carcass he'd gotten for her. She wouldn't let him help her, and he was impressed with her resolve as she slipped from his grasp. He'd find himself smiling fondly after her, and enjoying the view of her leaving a little too much.

He'd follow her closely though, finding himself nipping at her haunches playfully as she found the kill. His form would slide up her side as he went to find a place next to her to break into the meal he'd labored over. Happy to let her eat her fill from the kill.