Moonspear before the night

She adjusted in stride to this sort of company because it was just so very easy. But, she'd known in her heart for a little while that it just was that way between them. Something just was.

Such has always been her inner conundrum with him and as to why she simply felt it in her gut that a yearling like him was just supposed to be involved in her story. Their interests aligned well enough and she knew that she balanced him out, but even that never seemed to explain it in full to her. He was perhaps at his best for her, so she suspected, and she was always curious to see what it would inspire.

Anyway, she grunted something meant to say she agreed with everything happening here at present, nose on her neck included, and then rested her head on her forelimbs. Not many were privy to her this way, so subdued and still with half-lidded eyes, but somehow he was. She still took care to lean her weight back into him and his warmth, happy to relax this way for a while.