Moonspear crazy hormonal fat whale

The reverb of his growl swung her ears up and from the corner of her eye, she watched him, although it was far easier to keep track of him based on touch alone. Him against her neck remained well-received and her feet stationary, then teeth nipping at her cheek finally pulled a low playful growl from her too. He moved away, quick, and she didn't follow instantly. Her tail lashed slowly and she watched to see how far he'd go first, before gliding into motion herself after him. There wasn't exactly a lunge or a pounce about it, as much as she might have preferred, but she closed the distance with her own sort of vigor anyway.

With his rump down, she didn't know what he may be planning when she moved to him, but was ready to adjust accordingly to any mischief. She stayed standing, her damp tail waving raised tall now as she nipped back up from his shoulder, then his neck towards his ears.