Meadowlark Prairie Retreat into your mind

The girl's touch led to him leaning down, offering affections that had her eyes closing momentarily. It was unlike her previous time, but favourable all the same. As he moved down her body, they were reopened, peeking in his direction. Some of her nerves had since subsided, body relaxing for each second that his nose was pressed against her. Yet, even still, she'd tensed as her backside had been neared, his nosing having caused for her body to run rigid. Hiram had not done something similar, and so she'd not been expecting it. She'd wished to look back at him, but had instead refrained from doing so and placed her gaze upon the earth. Legs stiff, she'd kept still, awaiting that which she knew was coming.

As his forelimb was lifted up and hooked around her waist, she'd relaxed once again, finding familiarity in the act. She'd moved with him, allowing for herself to be pulled close and then adjusting her stance to better support his weight. But there it had stopped, and rather than feeling a snuffing of her flame, she'd been met with a feeling against the back of her head. Though uncertain of his doings, she did not shy away from them. Then when he'd made a noise, she'd both understood and appreciated his hesitance. From the back of her throat, there came a soft chuff, offering to him the green light that he'd desired.