Silvertip Mountain Leaving you scraping at the bottom of the barrel

Niita had grown up with very physical people. Words weren't needed as much since they were almost constantly touching each other. The wolves of Asmundr bonded with touch, it came naturally to the slender girl and she never questioned it. It did have drawbacks though, while the people at home touched a lot it was never really done romantically. Niita had no idea what a kiss was, had never seen one and had never experienced one certainly.

When Steady reached out, she responded as she would have back at Asmundr. She licked him. Right on his muzzle. The pale girl laughed softly, rubbing her head affectionately against his chest before pulling back and smiling up at him. 

Suddenly, Niita remembered he hadn't liked that last time. "Oh, right you don't like people touching your chest. I forgot, sorry." Her small ears pinned to her head, afraid she had ruined their time together once more.