Who wants to yiff with a perfectly young and able cat

[who_is_she]

It had been several months since Riley had saved his life and joined the warband, and they had settled into something like normalcy. Rallei had only recently loosened her strict control of Dolur's missions and allowed him and Riley to go off on their own. Dolur was enjoying the time they spent together immensely, even more than he enjoyed his time with anyone else in the warband. 

Riley was cool and interesting, and always had something fun in his pockets. Dolur wasn't sure how humans approached people they liked, but Kett had helpfully supplied some novels on the subject, though they hadn't really shined a lot of light on Dolur's particular situation.

They had been assigned another mission together and Dolur was glad to spend time with him. He still wasn't sure how to go about letting Riley know how much he cared about him, especially when they came from such different worlds, but he knew that he wanted Riley to know, so he would find a way.

He leaves his tent the morning of their mission with a spring in his step, finding Riley unsurprisingly still awake and cleaning his still shocking number of knives. 

"Good morning, Riley!" he greets, as boisterous and friendly as ever, "How are you? It's there breakfast?"