Arthur snapped out of his shock as the mare curiously sniffed him and his lips crooked into a smile, petting her soft nose. "Sugarlips I presume." he said

He then took in the man from bruises and clothes dusty from his journey. He looked tired, bit rumpled and sporting an exhaustion he knew well. Clean shaven as he always tried to be. Even from a couple yards, his heightened senses picked up the scent of the road, exhaustion, cigarette smoke and his own musk.

Erron smelled like heaven. Arthur dropped his gun and closed the distance, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him in for a deep kiss without a word. He tasted like heaven too.

When he broke, he cradled Erron's face, chuckling, the smell and taste of coffee on the werebear's lips, "Took your damn time." he breathed.