Blacktail Deer Plateau slow dancing in the dark

it would’ve been better if she left then. leave him to rot away in his own feelings. but she stayed there, her cries echoed in his mind. his muscles tensed when she heard her come closer and inhaled sharply when he felt her in his plush neck fur.

it was torture. it felt more like an act of pity then affection. it felt forbidden, something he simply couldn’t have and yet it comforted him. he lifted his head and licked her ear. guilt and embarrassment immediately washed over him and he pulled away. “please don’t cry,” he said softly.