Ravensblood Forest that is my cry

There was something wonderfully wicked about the first touch of a stranger's searching nose. A shiver tap-danced its way down Bazi's spine, pirouetted dramatically at the base of her tail and disappeared into the night. Her heart, inspired by this energetic show, thumped hard in her throat.

"You devil."

Busted. Lasher pulled away, and Bazi grinned naughtily at him and mentally prepared to scamper. As it happened, that wasn't the end of their game - though her pulse had betrayed her, the stranger still called her spirit, and Bazi was happy to play along. "I want you to tell me a truth," she said, mirroring his position. "Something you wouldn't tell anyone else."