She would tuck herself back into his side, allowing him to once more curl his body around her. She would mutter a statement that couldn't be denied. She was definitely much older than he was. But he didn't care. The evidence of her age was visible across her narrow muzzle, grey that had begun to dull her russet figure. All while he remained in his youth, barely reaching his prime. But none of it would change his mind. You don't look a day over 3. A dazzling smile would part his lips as he looked down at her, hoping to lift her mood a bit. His gaze would lazily rack over her petite frame, his look growing hungry once more. His cool nose would aim to press into her throat, just at the corner of her jaw before gently nipping at the tender flesh there. Nothing could change the feelings that had been planted deep within. And while he didn't know it yet, he falling hard and fast in love. Love that would undoubtedly end up breaking his heart in the end. Speech,

She snorted at his words, eyes rolling. A day over three? Yeah right. When she thought of age next to Colten she felt ancient. She would smile softly though, the notion pleasing her. He was a gentleman... or was he? His eyes roamed her body, that hunger back in them. Her own gaze sparked when he nipped her jaw, muscles coiling beneath her aging fur. The bite lit the fire in her again, all thoughts of being tired long gone as that seemingly endless hunger was woken up once more. He just couldn't keep his paws off of her, could he? Batting her lashes towards him her breath hissed out between her teeth, shorter tail swatting against the earth once with an audible thud. "You never grow tired of me, do you?" she asked, almost mystified. This young boy could have any lady be pleased, but he picked the old broad with a sour temperament and a past of darkness. She had been nothing to anyone for her whole life, it was nice to feel a little in the spot light. For once she actually felt like she mattered, like there was someone out there who thought of her. The life of a slave was not an easy one to bounce back from, but perhaps Colten could show her the way. To be in love and not be a slave... well she would die a very happy woman.

She would snort, her eyes rolling. He couldn't help his own bubble of laughter that spilled from his lips. But nevertheless she would smile. Her body would come to life at his touch, her breath hissing from between her dark lips as she peered up at him through her lashes. Her question hung between, but it was one that he knew the answer to without thinking. Never. His voice was low, coming out in a husky murmur against her ear. He had never expected such a turn of events in his life. She had unknowingly drawn him out of his shell and showed him that the world wasnt such a dark place. Though he was still angry about the death of his mother, it was a darkness that threatened to consume him as he sought out revenge for her untimely demise. He would connive to lavish her throat and neck with nips and kisses, steadily wrapping a path to her scruff and as far down her spine as he could reach without moving. Desire sparked to life once more, pooling heavily in his belly. He would never have his fill of her. A part of him called for her, she was the only remedy to the darkness that swirled around in his thoughts and kept them at bay. The urge to expression his feelings was head to head with his desire to bury himself once more in her and lose himself. Words sat on the tip of his tongue as he continued his ministrations. Speech,