As she snuggled into him further, his throat and chest vibrated with a deep, low rumble of pleasure. "No," He said softly, barely a whisper, while he leaned down to press a kiss down onto the top of her head. "I do not have to go hunting tomorrow." Even in Deepfrost the Olson had spent time hunting. While he had not ventured out to the tundra to hunt, he was still bringing in Ningos whenever he found them around the Citadel. "What should we do tomorrow?' He asked, wondering what she would pose for their "day off".
