Mount Apikuni don't go out tonight

It is some kind of flattery to personify him as something supernatural.  The words she spin cause his chest to rise as he circles her and she once more cows before him.  She would be so easy to grasp between his jaws and break. Snap the veins and let blood flow ( & flow & flow ) like waterfall.  

These thoughts come to him frequently and it is most often her type that brings them forth.  But he has no desire to hurt her.  "And what does that mean for you?"

He lingers behind her.  Her tail is plush and full.  The full moon dishes of her ears are different from this angle.  As he sweeps forth the turn in perspective allows him to see the featherlight fur that rounds the inside.  

She is right.  She is soft, although he as only touched her with his eyes.  "Is your submission a reflex? Is it perhaps... just for show?" He has blocked off her access to the hole now, and his ears sweep forward as he presses for a response.