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It seemed a curious practice, once he described it, and the heat beneath her skin slowly receded. She hadn't really engaged in mutual grooming since her childhood, though Raven was no stranger to touching others. It was part of her work, after all. She wasn't opposed to reciprocation, either, especially not when she considered that itch she sometimes felt between her shoulder blades that she could never quite reach with her own teeth.

"Okay," she said tentatively after a few beats. Raven then froze when she reconsidered the words he had said a moment ago. Would she smell Fox on him? Wouldn't that be awkward? She stood there and contemplated it, then decided it didn't really matter. She was a medic-in-training; she could be professionally clinical about these things.

She almost asked how they would go about it, yet Raven figured it required a certain physical proximity. She scooted tentatively closer to Kaizer, then plopped her hindquarters on the cold ground. Quickly, she sprawled forward, forelegs stretched before her and hind legs in the opposite direction. She rolled slightly sideways so that much of her weight was supported by her shoulder and hip, then tilted her head upward toward her companion.