Bearclaw Valley Now you know, all you need is me

his kisses were met with licks of her own when she could reach his face, and though she did not understand his praises their intent carried through his tone and reached her.  she had done something right, and this was the most proud she had ever seen him; even when they had fought together he didn't seem this impressed with her.

a laugh bubbles up in her throat for the first time since she could remember.  even when they had played together it had just been vocalizations, but this was a cultured (if not hesitant) laugh.  

the intent in his eyes is misconstrued for something else, however this time she does not immediately fold under his desire. Her tongue drew slow across his ear before she nibbled at its bulb, occasionally interrupted by a subtle, coy giggle.

and had the meaning gotten to her, things likely would have been the same.  well, she really didn't have a name, and had very little knowledge of sounds to name herself.