Dragoncrest Cliffs you and i, we still have a while left

"N-no! I order you to go b-back to zleep," Sputtering helplessly, she felt the chin atop her head, his words rumbling against her brow, and his own stomach rumbling even louder. It took all of her willpower to not break out in her own mirth. "I don't vant you to zee me like fhis, Berx," her painstakingly-flustered voice muffled against his thick pelt. "It iz so unladylike." She delved into him even further, smelling salt and loam and male, and decided to quiver against him for a few more moments.

And then she squirmed, thin shoulders wriggling before she was able to sit up, mouthing shyly at his shoulder as she parted. "We could hunt soon, if you wanted?" His paw that'd held her captive had raked, lightly, from her shoulder to a bony hip as she'd gotten up. The brana now gazed down at him timidly, trying to ignore it - and the fact that every pale inch of her was ruffled. Her feelings, whatever they were, were just as mussed up. 

Aure didn't look herself over until she realized what she'd been staring at Verx. "O, I look-" She didn't finish her sentence, too distracted by a sudden crest of self-consciousness as she turned to groom a stubborn clump of down.