Whitebark Stream when that strange shape drove suddenly betwixt us and the Sun [mtr.]

she sways; she wants to step forward once more, go to him. but it is his choice, his decision, and he remains rooted. her gaze softens when he reveals his intent; warmth could in her chest. "I thought we'd have more time," she admits, fighting the urge to go to him, trade the line of his jaw with her muzzle, draw him close. 

"court me now," she asks suddenly. "we can slip away, a day, two. I want to know you, please." restraint; it does not come easily, but it is manageable, and she can wait, for a time. for him, she can wait.