The Floodlands flutterbat

He pulled her to his chest, and as much as she hated herself during these times, she was glad he was there. He comforted her as much as he could at the moment, and Laika fell into his embrace, craning her neck to gently preen his neck fur. 

All of a sudden, he asked another question and she paused mid-grooming. You are not helping, Casmir. She thought to herself with an amused sigh. Honestly, she didn't know either, other than that it only happened to females. Tail tip twitched as she looked up at him. "Dunno," she shrugged, temper gone. Her temper was gone, but now all she wanted was to stay close to him. Very close. Was that normal?