Great Bear Wilderness [m] forty-eight hours feels so much longer

Starling reared up and grappled her. And while Fox could have resisted, she did nothing of the sort. Instead, she allowed herself to fall over with ease, crashing to the ground in a grinning heap. There was something devilishly fun about Starling, and Fox yearned for more. She was softer than Peregrine, but that was no bad thing. And certainly not softer in personality. Just softer in a way that made Fox melt in a different way than she did with her mate.

Now on her side, Fox looked up at Starling's yellow eyes and softer features. It was not that she had not looked before. She just had not taken the sights in with the same kind of interest during their previous encounter. Not so concerned with getting right to the point, Fox was happy to draw their encounter out longer this time. She felt an urge to speak, but she did not. Instead, she twisted her torso. In this way, her back legs were still on the ground, together, but her front paws hovered on either side of her chest.