The Sentinels haha wryd?

She was relieved to feel his fur brush against her, his touch vague and innocent. She liked it, and admittedly him, but more of a friendly manner than anything romantic at this point. He was goofy and childish, but unlike most of the immature males she'd ever met in her life. She was just as experienced as he was; as in not at all. The only difference was she was better at controlling how she felt, he appeared to be a mush of everything he felt all at once. 

She leaned her head sideways to do the same, eyes locking and smiling sweetly. It was not. In fact she'd only done this as a young pup with Joey, the male who she had learned her battle technique from. "Mm," she hummed, looking back to the sky. It was not a definite yes or no, she'd leave it up to him to decide. 

The clouds looked like nothing more than mashed potatoes, and she noted this with a bit of boredom. Had the act itself not had so much romantic history behind it, she would've gotten up and left, but she was a sucker for such fantasies, and remained. 

She turned to face him again, this time shifting her body entirely to view him. She didn't dare drape her slender legs over him, but her front paw grazed his chest as she did so. She laid on her stomach now, head raised a bit as she looked over him with a diamond white gaze, white fur matching their pureness. She simply studied him, unsure of what to ask or say, but after a moment she smiled and turned her head vertically to the sky to view the clouds again, neck and chest gently exposed. It was not her intention, and even if it was she doubted the male would make any more, but for now she simply looked at the mashed potato clouds and wondered.