Grendal and Rhubarb are  peanutchan

Passage written by  wooden-flashlight

Grendal rumbled quietly, back from his patrol. Rhubarb got up from his lounging spot, and shuffled forward, hissing in a pleased manner through his thick jaws. "Hffff..." Air rushed out of his mask, and he was soon mask-to-mask with his mate.

The larger male grumbled affectionately, the hollow grinding of their horns echoing through their little grotto. He snuffed at his crimson mate, clicking his maw in reply to Rhubarb's pleased purr.