Barrow Fields i would ask, almost insist, on treating you kind and fair

tachyon couldn't believe it. a female -- she -- had touched him. and not with the intention to hurt either.

every molecule in his body sped in its oscillation, humming with a vibrant tune of ecstasy and thrill. he felt a ventral chill along his body, one which swept up his underside and ignited his fur in kinetic frenzy. he dared not meet her eye-- while she was oblivious that his senses were atwitter, he was not -- and he struggled to remain somewhat sentient.

"see." he parted his jaws wide, his tongue lolling. it was then he made his move -- while her temper was still at bay and she was caught off guard -- with a quick jaunt forward he passed his tongue across the length of her cheek in a smearing display of juvenile torment and affection.. and then he ran -- like really fast -- because he probably just signed his death warrant.