Hoshor Plains drag race

She let out her held breath, in some way glad that he had not withdrawn from her. Tomahawk did as she was told, though she found no beauty in the night sky above. The first stars of the evening had appeared some time ago, and now the blanket above them was littered with pin pricks of light. The coyote looked at them, but only saw what was there: stars and darkness.

Eventually, she let her eyes come back down, surprised to find that they rested on Lavakho's cheek and ear. Her face felt warm, and she quickly looked away. She was not meant to gaze upon her masters. They were her superiors, and to do so was disrespectful.