Mount Apikuni don't go out tonight

What a fineboned little thing she is, too.  He draws his tongue across his lips as she cows before him, and her display of submission draws a low, rumbling hum from his throat.  For a moment it looks as if he makes to force his way into her makeshift home.  His tail sways just once before he moves from the entry of her cleft to allow the sunlight to hit the subtle variation in her pelt.  The golden rays offer a glimpse at what she might have been, had she not been given that icy autumnal roan.

He takes another step back onto the ledge and lowers himself to her height, trying to entice her from her hideaway.