Tinker absently licked Warren's ear. Soon she was lost in the restful and mindless pleasure of grooming her mate. His purrs were reward and encouragement. He tasted of sunshine and earth, of mist and sea salt and in Tinker's mind, he tasted of home and security. When she had covered his face , ears and muzzle with her canine kisses, Tinker sighed with contentment, resting her head on his paws.