06-15-2010, 12:52 PM
Crimson tried his best to finish her sentence, telling her, "Perfect...you were perfect, Lurrie..." He continued to hold her tightly, wanting to savor the moment together with her. They shared a wonderful warmth together, with the fox loving the feel of her gentle, scaly touch against his soft fur. His paws stroked her smooth back, the fox eager to make her as comfortable as possible.
