Tuktu Weir Soul Searching

His words were gentle – but nothing grabbed her attention the way the man, without missing a beat, lowered himself and exposed his stomach to her – a gesture of friendliness and reassurance. Stunned that the stranger had been so compliant to her, Gaia looked to him with a set of new eyes – the trembling of her lissome form stopped in that moment, and her ears would perk forward as she took him in.
 
Admonished, uncertain, and her cheeks burning with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment, Gaia’s mint eyes swept over him, her own muzzle lowering slightly now in a gesture of gentle assured-ness, rather than fear. “Who are you?”