Blacktail Deer Plateau See myself molded in clay

Kaevo had a warm,  pleasant feeling in her chest. It was familiar, but it was something she had not felt for months.  She thought of the few encounters she'd had during her time as a loner,  the thrills and the fun of mutual attraction, the hopeful daydreaming if where it might lead.  She never knew what she really wanted, and none of it had lasted too long, but she was pleased nevertheless,  to have this feeling again.  Raid was beautiful,  and her shyness and her mannerisms seemed to amplify her beauty somehow, rather than diminishing it. She was kind of adorable. 

Kaevo was glad when the girl accepted, coming up beside her and bumping her shoulder with her snout,  just softly,  and said,  "c'mon... " Then,  she slunk back into her hunting posture,  moving slowly,  ears twitching in search of that skittering noise.