Big Salmon Lake [m] My Hearts In Pieces

He cradled her smaller body with his forepaws, as Charon had done. However, unlike Charon, there was a few moments of awkwardness as Harley shifted and wiggled, until, finally, he found his mark. She gave a happy little huff and matched his rhythm, arching her back under his and spreading her forepaws to more evenly distribute his weight. As time stretched on, they seemed to find a rhythm together, and the moments previous awkwardness melted away as the met in a dance, ancient and primeval, under the dying sun's light. 

At this moment, with Harley, she thought naught about consequences or any such things, but only about the moment, and delighting in it. This felt different than it had with Charon, very. At this moment, she was carefree, in love, and brimming with emotion. She let out the odd growl or hum as they moved, gradually building up tempo.