Lost Creek Hollow venus, planet of love

The more time Nunataq spent in Aearasha's company, the more convinced she was that this lady allowed her a lot more liberties than any other wolf back at home. She had put on the mantel of an adult and, though it did not still fit and she was prone to trip over it at times, the rest of the grown ups had stopped treating her as a child. And with this newfound appraisal came also the responsibility for her actions. More invisible margins were set and more self-control was required from her.

For all of the above mentioned reasons stranger's laid-back attitude in their interaction was something new and very welcome in Nuna's otherwise bleak period of life. She let the lady rest her head atop hers for a second and then with bared teeth turned so that her jaws clasped the underside of Aerasha's chin lightly. Her tail was still wagging and she let out playful growls.