Bitterroot Valley You got some shit to say and I'm hear to listen

He turns her head back to him, to his intense summer gaze and the question that lingers there. Liri's frozen there under his eyes and her breath is caught in her throat, her words have been lost somewhere in their kiss. Unable to speak, Liri can only answer with a small nod. She licks her lips nervously, unsure how to go about this. That inexperienced feeling is back  but the northron persists, stretching her neck to kiss him sweetly on one dark cheek. 

Her muzzle sweeps slowly through his fur as she takes her time nibbling down his neck, grooming him again - this time in adoration. A soft hum of curious excitement leaves her throat - a rough noise. 

She bites him, gently, on the shoulder as if to encourage him, her breathing quickening as she moves along his onyx body. The storm, the Sanctuary, everything's forgotten except for Kavik.