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He began touching her without further preamble. Raven jumped at the first contact, though she rapidly adjusted in the seconds following. It wasn't just tolerable, it was actually quite pleasurable. The intimacy of it did make her skin prickle with a bit of heat beneath her black fur, yet she tried not to betray any discomfort lest she botch this opportunity to bond with her pack mate.

When he spoke, Raven laughed. "What does the color red smell like?" she asked, making a hmmm noise low in her throat. Only then did she realize she was supposed to be reciprocating. A little gracelessly, she thrust her own muzzle in the direction of his ruff, inhaling before placing a series of amiable nips along the back of his neck. "You smell yellow," she quipped in a lightly teasing tone.