Phoenix Maplewood Peace for a While Longer

Graces golden eyes slowly shut, enjoying the contact and the emotions she was feeling: contentment, relaxation, and a little flutter of happiness in the pit of her belly. The red yearling knew this, right here, was the only reason she hasn't taken off with Nova at the border. The bond with Esaro she had was great, and even more so amazing to her because she didn't know what this kindness was like. Nova and her real mother were the only two in her life that'd ever shown her affection. It was just bonus that this time it was coming from a male. Despite the fact he was cleaning a wound FROM a male, Esaro had given her a little glimmer of hope that all males weren't the same. When he pulled away, a little whimper escaped her throat, as if enunciating his words about happiness and caring for each other. Her wound felt much, much better, but his contact was like the icing on the cake. She scooted a little closer to him, but restrained herself from cuddling into the curve of his belly like she wanted to.
        "It IS nice to know someone is there for me, someone who will clean my wounds and someone who's wounds I can clean.... I've never had anything like this."