Hushed Willows Kissing up on fences and up on walls on the way home

The feeling of her baby teeth hitting the hard bridge of Eros' muzzle jarred her, and Prialux let go and leaned back almost immediately. She worked her jaw, unsure whether the feeling was more painful or more ticklish, and then wilted under the weight of his glare. Her eyes traced the white mask that wrapped up and around the back of his head, as if looking for something there that might appease him, but he seemed to not hold it against her. He stepped up alongside her, sat down, and glanced at her.

Prialux opened her mouth as if to utter something, though she was presently incapable of words, but before she could, Eros was on his feet again. She clapped her jaws shut, then sunk to the floor when he stepped forward and out of the den. The quaking from before took hold once more. What was he doing? Prialux was almost too overwhelmed and frightened to handle even looking out of the den. Leaving it was both unimaginably terrifying and almost forbidden.

She whined softly at him, timidly imploring him to come back, but Eros was beyond her reach now, and she was too afraid to follow.