Sanshoku raised her head from her paws, glancing at her mate with half-lidded eyes. Even in the fading sunlight, her orange fur glowed like a shooting star, more at ease in the dark than she was in sunlight. She rumbled softly, licking his cheek and nuzzling contently against him, their scents mixing to create one. “Better, little bird,” she teased, resting her head against his back as she groomed his neck and back, her movements gentle and almost lazy.