Dragoncrest Cliffs if i tell my bones they're a cage

As he turned to face her, Pipit was lost momentarily into the flames of his gaze. Though she had never witnessed fire or its frightening might before, she now knew its singing heat, feeling it quite readily along the back of her neck and down her spine as she observed the broad stone mason in gentle appraisal. Her tail gave a few casual wiggles as she trotting forward several steps. Her eyes studied him, checking the placement of his ears and his tail, making sure he did not mind her coming closer, pausing every few prances to accommodate his unspoken desire for her to come nearer or remain at bay. Her own crown ducked, ears lacing politely against her skull as she implored her company for a bit of his time.

She would come as close as he would allow, muzzle stretched ahead of her to take in the swarthy male's virile scent. She even felt brave enough to touch him... if he let her.