Moonspear Lights go down

Wildfire didn't answer right away. She could think of so many things she wanted, things he could give her: a kiss, a meal, a few minutes of his time. Yet Wildfire's stomach clenched more tightly as something altogether different occurred to her. Suddenly she was thinking back on that time when Floki had climbed on top of her. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassed heat and she looked down at her paws, biting back a giggle at the memory. Somewhere between then and now, she had figured out what they had really been doing (wrong, as it were).

Would he want to try again, for real this time? Was that something they could and should do? She knew it was a physical expression of love and she most certainly adored Floki. There was no risk of puppies, thanks to their ages... but should they be more committed first? Wildfire turned over all these questions in her mind, humming under her breath and likely ratcheting up Floki's curiosity with every silent second that ticked by.

Eventually, she lifted her honeyed eyes to his, then began to move her snout toward his ear. Wildfire paused halfway there to assure, "I'm not gonna lick it again, promise," before swooping in to whisper something* instead, tone tentative. When she drew back slightly, her cheeks were warming again, a blush unseen beneath her red fur. She worried at her lower lip, feeling both a thrill of excitement and thread of anxiety, then forced herself to catch his eye again. Heat licked low in her belly as she awaited his reply.

* "The D. You. Your body."