What is dead may never truly die

Bane wagged his tail at Tahlia's complement regarding his caught prey as he stepped up to her. Water misted away from his nose in a delighted breath, wanting to say his thanks but inhibited. She drew forward, Bane almost dropping the fish as his mate didn't take it, but rather beginning to caress his muzzle with her tongue. Hazel eyes slid closed, a rumble surfacing up from within his chest. The one she loved so much. The fluttering in his chest continued to build up as she ventured down his neck, a whine leaving him at what she said next. Yes. He did take the river with him. It was all theirs in a place seemingly made for the two of then. Bane relinquished the trout when she made a grab for it, sitting on his rump as he watched his mate feed. Here they could be by themselves. Share the passion that couldn't be diminished in a place where they could rest and love for an eternity. He turned and watched his mate feed, settling down beside her. "Tahlia when you're done do you want me to show you where we can wait?" Bane settled his neck across hers, letting out a sigh of contentment.