Run away with me, Sablefrost. Come with me somewhere we won't have to hide.
The words resonate in her ears for a moment. She's about to dismiss it- as she always does, whenever Strongclaw tries to suggest something- when she pauses. It's a far from perfect plan, but it's the only chance at escape, at clawing her way into a new life, that she'll ever get.
"Yes," she breathes. It's crazy, it's most certainly stupid, and it's not without its consequences. Strongclaw is blinking at her in shock; she steps forward, pressing her forehead to his muzzle in what may be the most affectionate thing she's ever done.
"Then let's go," he whispers against her ear.