Stavanger Bay give in to me

Phone post number two!

"Mm?" murmured the golden-eyed Cairn boy, adjusting his hold on the delightful little armful that was his Doe, shifting to capture her attention with a gentle lick to the tip of her nose. Teasingly, he nosed at her flank, the curve of her throat, the flopped over ear, trying to find a spot she might be ticklish. He was woefully, or perhaps blissfully, unaware of the turmoil he could not yet untangle for her -- and the pride of his catch and the eggs he had specifically gathered with her in mind invigorated him. There was something about the delicacy required to fetch and carry the eggs -- something precious about the fragile membranes that he had not broken or sullied -- that he was proud of. A way of escaping his birthright in favor of learning gentleness, however impossible it sometimes seemed.