Moonspear before the night

"Beautiful indeed," she replied with her smirk on her voice when he nudged her cheek. She was beginning to almost anticipate him keeping a closeness between them, even to the point of touch. He'd already established that he was fine with it, and so was she, so she wondered if the foundations of a routine were being set up right here and now.

What she did know was that she was quick to relax. With a soft sigh, she got more comfortable in her selected spot, after hardly needing to adjust as he settled as well. Warmth came with it, and she leaned against him first with her back and then with her neck best she could with him across her shoulders. "Much better than out there snow in my eyes," she murmured with an appreciative chuff to go with it.

After a silent beat, she snaked her muzzle back to nip at the side of his snout. Since it was a strange angle to bend at from right here (and she was in no rush to change it right now), she didn't linger long, but her point was made all the same as she soaked up the quiet moment contentedly.