The morning sun began to rise over the distant horizon, masked by the wonderful green treeline as Zell's body moved on the slightly warm ground, his body covered by a warm, squishy weight as sweet breath began to blow into his nose along his cheeks.
Edelgard's body, filled with red handprints, bite wounds, and red marks, was lying over his chest, her soft breathing merging with the rustling of the trees.
He opened one eye just enough to see that it had been dark when he'd fallen asleep, but now dawn had come.
His stomach growled loudly in response; they were starving after their long night together, which ended when his cute little wolfdog lost consciousness and began to convulse for him at some point during the middle of the night.
