Baako chuckled, if it was anyone else he would feel challenged by this display but from Zena it only amused him. He approached her carefully rubbing his muzzle against hers, "It's quite alright my love, my fault." He drank in her scents, she smell like wildflowers and her pelt radiated with warmth. The moon was well into the sky at this time and the stars sparkled like drops of sunshine. "Why are you about so late dearest?"