Hushed Willows What I would do to take away this fear of being loved

Prialux's ears twitched every which way as the sounds of Kavos drawing back and thumping the ground with his chest reached her. This action was unconscious, already second nature, but they flared open to draw in these noises. The fear had turned to curiosity. For a moment she hesitated, torn between exploring this new sense now that it was less scary and heeding her body's desire. She succumbed to the latter, however, and matched Kavos' bow with one of her own.

For a split second she was suspended, daring him to make a move, but it was she that moved first. Prialux, being very young and new, was quite impatient. The valuable lesson of waiting on things to come to her had not yet been instilled. As such, she lunged clumsily for Kavos, slow in her charge and imprecise in her grasp for his chin. Her tail whipped uncontrollably above her hindquarters, unbalancing her and causing her to stagger as she approached, but she didn't care about any of that. There was a joy shining in her bright blue eyes that was often absent in the loveless confines of their den home, and that feeling was what mattered.