Moonspear some legends are told

With every bit she leaned forward onto him, she had to be careful not to let it cost her in the meantime. Her own steadiness banked on a good stance and even that would be difficult to maintain for too long while trying to subtly shove him the best she could. At least he was kept busy with her muzzle, so it was worth it to let him have it, she decided.

That very balance that she had been working so consciously to keep was teetered when began to go down. By leaning on him, a lot of her own weight had angled his way so even with her trying to scramble to stay upright, her efforts fell flat. She tumbled, legs first awkwardly into him, and in the chaos, tried to aim nips at whatever pale fur she could reach.