What is dead may never truly die

Bane continued to caress a foreleg down her back, gently shushing his deceased mate. She was here with him. All was now complete in her world now despite leaving so much behind. He looked down, watching the russet fur of her withers get ruffed up before being smoothed over by a downward stroke. Tahlia pressed her muzzle against his neck as she let it all out. His poor mate. What she must've been put herself through with his death. But she was with him now, and now they would be together forever. She would never miss him, Bane could always been there for his mate. Always satisfy her want and desires to the best of his abilities as said so when they first decided to become mates all those years ago.

"It's all going to be ok Tahlia." A kiss was placed between his mates ears. The female was letting it all out, and still he cradled her until she began to calm down. The tears dampened his pelt where she buried her face into his neck, a soothing rumble surfacing up from his chest. He though of her apology, the needlessness of it's vocalization. Bane knew she truly was sorry. "I know." A sigh left him as his mate snuggled closer, adjusting his grip. "And I love you." Bane mumbled, paw clutching her tightly to him. With the motions mirroring the moments before the time intimately spent between themselves, Bane brought Tahlia onto her back once again. His nose brushed her cheek, paws standing on either side of her shoulders. Going the way he previously had wasn't quite what the male had in mind, even as he bent her head back. A kiss was placed along the base of Tahlia's throat, nibbles leading up her neck before a trailing lick settled the fur. Bane did it over and over. Tahlia was known to enjoy this kind of attention.