I'm Not Gonna Write You a Love Song

*Song* · (This post was last modified: 06-05-2013, 08:17 PM by Song.)

Lazily her oddly colored eyes opened from their comfortable slumber. It took her all of two seconds to remember why she was surrounded by pleasantly scented ebony fur. Cherokee had stayed with her through the night, his head placed gently on her paws. She wasn't ready to start waking up yet, her level of comfort was too high for that. What a enjoyable night she had experienced yesterday. She had a exciting day ahead of her now, her first date!
She pulled her head away from the soft bed of fur to see if she could start the day. Her own pelt was dry by this time, and unfortunately for her that meant she'd have to unvelcro herself from the black counterpart. That part was rather unfortunate, but she wanted to be proper. If she hadn't of been soaking wet they never would have slept in such close contact. "Good morning." She nuzzled the black head that had been resting with her. Indeed it was a good morning. She hadn't felt this good since she left her mother's pack. She only wished there was food in her belly. As if on que her stomach rumbled.

"talking"

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