Brackenstripe walked over to Hailspot, his best friend, and sat down next to her. They sat there at the stream's edge, watching the sun set over the lake. Brackenstripe wrapped his tail around her, and she turned to look at him. Her ice blue eyes sparkled with the fading light, and she leaned her head on his shoulder. Brackenstripe licked her head gently.
Brackenstripe had been waiting for the perfect moment to ask, and this was it:
"Hailspot," he began, "We've been through a lot together, and we've been friends since before I can remember, and I love you. Will you be my mate?"
Hailspot licked his shoulder. "Of course I will. I love you, too."