Moonspear addling in ephemerality

She observes. He answers, in his way after eyes on her, and her first response is a few thoughtful lashes of her tail that curl higher with each gesture. In silence, save for a soft growl to his rumble, she further attempts to shed that tension on her bones -- it's been a little while, as it always seemed to be and above all, he is different but has always seemed particularly mindful of her. She knows nothing of his.. precise approach, his tactic, or even the fullest extent of his intentions. But she has her suspicion, no doubt, and even just a vague sense that wants to lead her towards more than just curiosity.

To her eye, he yielded the next move to her after his advancing. She pivoted fully towards him, arcing subtly away from head on to curve past him while she measures her defense. On her way past, she snips her barred teeth towards his shoulder or rib -- whichever piece of him looms the nearest. His response will gauge the force her next move will have but for now, she's just light on her feet and postured proudly as she swings around behind him -- she wants to see him move, too.