Heated Whispers and Baited Breath

He'd lean into her touch and purr at her hum as she took in his words, he thought she'd meant he was constantly going to be patching her up from their violent romps. Still she had a good point, they were a perfect pair. He was her support, and he never intended on changing that ever. He would be here for her through thick and thin no matter what happened. He'd smile and nod, promising silently to her those things. He'd follow after her down to the trickling stream, unable to release his contact from her so his chest would stay at her rump as she leaned down to lap up the water. She'd finish, and he would refrain from grabbing a drink himself. He'd wait. She would ask where it was they would bathe. "There's a rather large river not far from here. We could go there, it's in loner lands as well so there's a bit more privacy." He'd offer suggestively as he nuzzled into her blood stained scruff.
"Speech"