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Thuringwethil gives up to her heavy gaze so when Magpie's tongue touches her fur, her skin burning beneath the caress. The rest of her becomes weighted and she leans inward, claws digging into the earth to keep her as upright as possible before there's a gap, a small one, but enough space for the other woman to speak her desires. She falls short, and whines, and Thuringwethil quickly mimics the noise.

"Maudlin," she whispers, and swallows the lump in her throat, and a second time when it doesn't work. She closes whatever distance might be between them again, nose gently touching her cheek and below her eye. Thuringwethil gently preens the fur there below her ear, a fleeting moment of how she might have embraced Gyda similarly once upon a time. Harmless, at the time, but the sweet release of Magpie leaves her wondering how male's resist when her own body tremors with anticipation. A protective growl rumbles her chest then before she has to break the touch for fear of searing her own flesh.