Porcupine Ridge leshen

The male slid down before her—regal in his posture, his eyes sharp upon her. She felt the flush in her cheeks, but her own bright gaze daringly held close to his own, and as the beast ambled forward, his paws and belly hitting the ground, she skirted toward him, the movement losing her hesitance with each step.

Her nose barely gazed him then, inhaling his scent and watching him with a cautious eye. Crooning softly, the ivory maiden nosed at his shoulder gently, should he allow it, nibbling at the dark fur just along the wound. Casting a sideways glance to him, Ketzia cautiously lowered herself toward a better angle, beginning to clean the wound, lest it fester. For all she knew, she was sidled next to a ticking bomb.

Still, she tried to hold back a small smile, though the corners of her lips quirked upward despite herself as amusement laced her wispy voice. “This won’t do. Now you’ll have to show me the others you might have that could tempt me.”