Stavanger Bay Stranger Things

She stuck pinned to the side of her granite-winged dove until the paths leading upward had become too thin to continue doing so; and even after that, she moved so closely behind her, that her muzzle would often graze the top of her companion's traveling, jaunting rump. She often though to tease the fur there— she surely wanted to— but refrained so that neither of them became distracted during their ascent.

Be careful. Though not a wolf unused to such tragic, unsteady ground, the sentiment of the request was not lost on her in the least. She couldn't remember ever receiving such care before. Even as a child she had been particularly unruly, and aside from that, the wolves raised on Orca's Beach weren't exactly inclined to express concern. Furiosa was touched, so deeply that she had to forcefully repress a needy whine by swallowing it back into the hollow of her throat. "I'm fine," she hummed instead, giving her saccharine coastal fairy a prying lick against her thick-furred hip.