Silvertip Mountain Go on, give it all you got

last from me

Niita waited, restraining a flinch when his muzzle touched her neck. Her muscles tensed in preparation of the bite that was sure to come, but it did not. Instead a warning was murmured against her fur, one she nodded in response to.

Steady backed away, Niita holding in a breath of relief. She found she couldn't look at either of them without being embarrassed. Waiting until it seemed okay for her to leave, Niita padded away without a word.