Ankyra Sound Remember, lads and lassies, fairy tales weren't fun stories. They were warnings.

She paused briefly in her soft humming as he blew spit against her face, and she grinned, wiping it on a foreleg.  They were disgusting but they were hers, and she'd take every bit of drool they decided to bathe her in.  They were still politer, and cleaner, than a good deal of the men she'd known.  This was preferred, any day.

She resumed her song, but still only the melody.  It was an old one, so old that she no longer clearly remembered the words.  Just the tune that was for some reason caught in her mind.  It reminded her of home way back when.

As she did, she lifted her head to look at him, then brought her muzzle closer again.  She'd be tired tomorrow, no doubt, but she blew a quick raspberry back, quietly, into his side.