Phoenix Maplewood The Hazards of Love [M]

Sure, whatever didn't kill Sappy might make the tiny tree stronger, but the sapling was now the furthest thing from Reek's mind. Sappy who? he almost caught himself saying, despite having named it in the first place. Instead, his attention was carried away with Tavi's scent; buffeting Reek in waves with every shake of her rump. Instinct carried Reek away in a swiflty rushing current.     

Soon, she turned and the two were face to face; each with body low and butt shimmying in the air. Carrying on the trend of misinterpreting signals, Reek saw her play-bow as an act of reciprocation. He quickly mirrored her actions and happily bounced on nimble forepaws before repeatedly dipping back into his low bow. Without warning, Reek reared back on his hind legs and lunged toward Tavi, mouth wide and forelimbs outstetched.