Heron Lake Plateau [M] the red and the black

He nodded to answer her question, but realized she wouldn't be able to really see him. So he said, Yeah. We were kind of sparring, but not seriously. And when I did this she got snappy, but I wanted to win - right - so, he shuffled then, aligning his hips and sliding his chest further along her back so that he was in the position like before — the way he'd settled atop Sorina in those strange moments. While doing this he lost his footing and staggered, bumping his chin against Raven's back — the whiff of her scent brought that warmth to the pit of his belly again, but he was focused on recounting everything that happened with Sorina and didn't think anything of it.

I wasn't... I wasn't hurting her. I kept grabbing at her, he demonstrated this next, reaching for Raven's shoulders with his snout, and then grabbing playfully at the fur of her nape, combing it with his teeth. I couldn't do anything from here and so the fight stopped, kinda, and we just shouted at each other - and it became a game, I guess? He was all levels of confusion now, and the memory which had ingrained itself within him was now replaying before him, except that Sorina had been replaced — and he wasn't sure why, but Screech felt pleased to be in this position, and that brought more questions to his mind.

He sighed, and murmured: This doesn't... It doesn't hurt, does it? I didn't want to hurt her.