[Training] you are iron

Amalia Still sitting on a shelf and never Never seen the sun shine brighter Oh, but in that moment she feels every piece of radiant and glittering excitement of nearly a year ago. Then he had taken her hands in his, pressed them gently upon his lips; now he wears a different skin, but the feeling of his face against hers is fire, the scent of him intoxicating as it fills her nares. Blue eyes, infinite and deep and kind; the leopardess meets them with her own dark gaze, the rumble of her happiness resounding between them. She responds to his gentle boop in kind, slipping her cheek over his before nestling against his neck. Safe, she is safe- and oh, it feels so natural to be here with him, to love, to belong. For as long as he will let her she settles against him, happy to enjoy the winter afternoon here in his embrace. There is a certain peace here she has not felt before, the comfort of being in her most confident form while he is beside her in fur and grace... she clings to it, cherishes it, basks in this warmth until at last she is made to leave for food or cold or whatever reason, guiding him into the bakery for dinner before they make their way home for the night. And it feels like me on a good day