Porcupine Ridge All my life, I was never there

He bent to her accidental will -- his form still and yet his ears told of the slight shift that occurred between them -- nothing of which Capri dwelt upon for the moment. He relaxed as well, and with her tail giving another swing through the air to reveal her pleasure and welcome, her nose would tip toward him to just barely graze before his face, once more taking in his scent with a hesitance.
 
Introductions soon passing, the bi-toned woman was not yet wlling to break their silence with speech, and so she did what any new pack mate should do to relieve the tension -- her slender form dipped playfully, her rump waving in the air as her left forepaw gave a swat to the ground. Her eyebrows lifted, and she waited, the breath from her lips curling toward the air like tendrils of smoke as she awaited his acceptance to her invitation.