Otter Creek I’m all yours

his gaze is fixed on her, intense, and she meets it evenly with her own, watching him as she works her mouth around the bone.  he speaks, and the words ring through her ears once more without meaning but his body language — the arch in his spine as he dips into a bow, the gentle swaying of his tail as he leaps through the snow.  and of course, that beautifully tantalizing.. whatever it was.  food.

she stands, her entire rear end wagging as she lowers her own chest into the snow, paws wildly stirring up snow before sprinting to catch up with him, vocalizing giddily between the haunch in her mouth.