Kildeer Rest you're the ocean and she's desperate to drown

Thuringwethil closes her eyes for a moment as she only focuses on Wildfire’s ministrations to her fur, feeling the gentle nibble and occasional lick. She doesn’t notice the tension at first, resting carefully in her company. When the affection stops, she finds herself tensing a little but she doesn’t make a move just yet. Instead, her ears sweep forward and tickle the underside of the other’s muzzle about the same time she finally speaks.

For a long moment, Thuringwethil doesn’t move from her resting spot. There’s an inkling in the back of her head that wants to panic but the forefront of her mind, the part inexperienced with romance, leaves her curious instead. Instead of speaking, she slowly lifts her gaze to search the fiery expression, brows knitting together in silent concern. She gently pushes her nose to her cheek then, encourging her to continue.