Mount Apikuni don't go out tonight

she is malleable beneath him, moving at his direction until he is atop her. she is silent still save for a crooning note, content as their bodies move. and then they part and exhaustion settles over her, yet she remains on shaky limbs beneath him when he does not shift. 

when he speaks she is silent, wary. she has only recently fled her first pack and she does not wish to seek another. yet to refuse would to be to slip from beneath her mantle of docility, and for all her moments of boldness, here and there, she is not ready to slip from it. it has become instinct as much as survival.

at his second offer does her silence break. "I will stay with you." and if that means following him to his place than she will. if it is as bad as the first than she will gather her boldness as mice gather crumbs, and she will do again what she had done before. she shifts, back arching once against him as her muzzle twists back, seeking to place suppliant lick on his jaw.