Lost Creek Hollow If you've changed your mind

When Terance pulled her in, she leaned back into him with a content sigh, also starting to groom him, uttering a quiet whine when he moved he moved in a way that made it harder for her to reciprocate. 

When he spoke again, she stifled a laugh, Have you looked at us? I don't think either of us would ever qualify as petite.  And though she was quite amused in the first breath, the second was less so as other thoughts came up in her mind, I'm fine with it.  Because she wasn't going to go and pick a small guy, and that was part of the reason Terance had even been on her list in the first place.  Yeah that kind of sounded weird when she looked at where they were now.  Especially when adding in what Terance had said at start, making her expect to be kept at arm's length, and at the time she'd been okay with that.  But now?  She was pressed up against him, quite happy with things aside from the fact her legs and feet were starting to get unhappy with her standing around.  It wasn't what she'd expected.  At all.  But she didn't mind, really.

But that had been enough to bring her back to reality.  Another sigh, this one not as content, I need to get off my paws.  Will you be coming back to the den with me?  She was pretty sure there were still some edible parts left on the badger -- not a lot and not easy to get to, but she could wait for him to finish it or bury it or whatever.  Or bring it along -- it had to be much easier to carry now.