Sun Mote Copse So find dodge, then get out of it

Colt seemed to pick up on her mood immediately, but he seemed still capable of speech, though Niamh wasn't quite sure that she was. Every particle in her being had begun to resonate, as though the right chord had been struck and she was merely a stringed instrument, every acoustic bend and curve made for that particular resonance. Whatever string Wildfire had plucked when she'd given Niamh and Colt the permission to have children had seemingly flipped a switch within her that turned everything on. She hadn't been sure, before, what this would feel like- but she was sure of it now. Everything se was feeling was right. 

She swept right up to him, somewhat oblivious to what he was saying about whatever pretty place he'd found and in response she uttered a low, crooning note- almost possessive in nature- as she moved forward to nuzzle her muzzle into the fine and coarse fur of his neck. She inhaled his scent, and felt a longing, and though she could tell something within him was holding back (and rightfully so, given all their ups and downs) she hoped she'd put it to rest as she pressed her chest against his and exhaled. 

"We can. And I want to. Now." 

Maybe a bit vague, but she wasn't thinking incredibly straight. She remained close to him a moment longer before she nipped playfilly at his cheek, and then bounded back a few paces, dipping into a play bow. She teased him with a coy look, mouth hanging open just slightly, and she flicked her tongue over her lips. Part of her simply wanted nothing more than to surrender him- but she was young too, and was filled with a sense of wildness; without another word, she bounded off, tail waving merrily behind her. If he wanted her, he'd have to play her game of hard-to-get.