Northstar Vale mary, mary

Her tail beat the air as he approved, sifting through the bedding and settling himself down, looking very much inviting. She picked her way quickly towards him, pausing as finally, she settled beside him, trying carefully not to poke him with her elbows but likely not especially successful in her attempt. Soon, she managed the curl tightly beside the male, fearing getting too close, of being too poky, or too wrong. Her glance at him asked approval at her odd little curled position close beside him, though truly she'd rather stretch out beside him, she didn't want to ruin her streak of not failing. Her tail twitched behind her still, and a little smile curled her muzzle, though tiredness had her droop like a wilting flower.