Mount Apikuni don't go out tonight

she is steadfast in her careful preening until her muzzle withdraws carefully, nose lingering at the intersection of one bony stilt and the ragged body it holds up. breath pools there a moment, and she lets out a low note. she is pleased at this mutual relation of wanting. 

her head curls forward a fraction as her gaze moves toward his, for only a moment does it linger but in her gaze is want. her submission is still present but no longer a learned reflex; it carries the same message that lingers in her gaze. fangs carefully tug at a matt near the base of his throat. somewhere below, lifeblood flows, but she does not seek it.