Moonspear kipigniugun ⚭

is vague and fade-y so not slapping a whole flag on but .. ~ does make those mentions ~

There was much to take in yet he wanted to search for more as he lingered; it wasn't all, he knew this with some baseline thought that burned back when she answered him, sound and body alike, riling so easily. Jarilo toed his fine line, very careful by nature, but encouraged and, well, learning about his own footing only freed him up for her--right where his interests willingly went when she spoke to him like that, despite nothing really to be said any longer.

His tail swirled mischievously over the open air and with the aura of the season he felt like could melt into her beck and call, if she wanted, strangely at her mercy for all the inexperienced in him. But this was not an unfamiliar concept. Perhaps applied to him, yes, but he was not dense enough to not see; nature had played out around him time and time again. He rumbled a low, foreign-feeling note of his own, but everything about this was new and curiously exciting now that he was not so terribly weighed down.

Beneath her verdant gaze, Jarilo felt no need for any fear--finally, it could've slaked right off his coat, he finally didn't want to care about it, and instead, move past on towards greater things to face their future with. He dipped forward enough to reach a lick at her muzzle somewhere, but the gesture stayed quick; he had his chin back over her shoulders soon enough. Remembering to breath on the way, he steadied up and slipped a mindful forelimb over her back. It was the same motion that went and shifted her delicately closer and him upward, all settling into the crook his body created and where she fit remarkably well.. and trusting him to do right--just.. just a lot to take in that only magnified tenfold when his meticulous touch found its way to bring them together. The low growl in his throat finished into a slow groan, and age-old instinct had the rest of him at its mercy now that thankfully knew what to do.