Overture Downs what we lost in the fire, we'll find in the ashes

As you wish! she cried back with a gleeful yip, easing her stride before doing a sudden about-face with the intent to meet him head on. The doe reared on her hind legs, batting at him even as she fell forward to capture him. He was most certainly capable of overpowering her, of turning on a dime and taking violent advantage of her openness, but Pipit's body had thrown itself pell-mell into this physical game, and she was quite obviously not afraid of what consequences might've lied therein. Whether he chose to overpower her or let her take the upperhand in their frisky dalliance, the girl who felt her skin come aflame with his attention, would be happy with the outcome.