Shadowwyn Moor if i had to think twice

Ah! Water flew into the air, and then onto her; it clung to the tips of her furs like crystal balls mounted upon their stands. Quill laughed, thrilled by the fact that he was willing to play. His own tail waved, too, and then he was closer to her. There they stood, chest to chest, and she made no move to withdraw. Something about the moment. Something about wanting to know what was next. It had been a while since she had interacted with another to this degree, and he himself was so handsome... Quill was taken by him, and could do little about it in the moment.

Especially when his nose caressed against her whiskers, into her cheek. Quill did not resist it, courted by it; she repeated the gesture in kind, seeking more contact. She smelt his pack-mates upon him, and even the cubs. But the most prominent scent upon him was his own, and she leaned further into it.