Bearclaw Valley If love is a joke, then use me ruthlessly

now this was a dance she was familiar with.  she did not know how she felt about it coming from her white knight; she was quite fond of him, and her previous experiences with this act had been rather unkind.

but she would dance with him to the end, no?  that is what she'd promised herself once he was kind enough to let her in.

it was different this time, in more ways than one... although she yet did not know their consequences.

as usual she liked his mouthiness, and she matched it with that of her own, enticing him forward with sways of her own tail and the gentle tugging of her teeth.