Moonspear some legends are told

His nose was in her nape, dug deep with his warm breath against her skin to a place few were allowed to go -- or that few dared to venture. The shift in this was apparent, but not that she minded so long as she stayed engaged. It was still along the same vein as it had been, just different now, and she was willing to experiment. His forwardness would give her plenty to work with, she believed.

He seemed surprised when she swung at his armpits, and his balance faltered because of it. When he hopped, she stopped the nips for now, and she stepped her hind paws closer to him. Depending on how badly his balance suffered and how committed he was to staying nearest to her, it could either help or hinder him further, she suspected. But, for right now, she'd cut him some slack and not come back after him with her teeth immediately. She only smirked back at him over her shoulder, waiting to taunt him into more.