Bearclaw Valley icewo[m]an

Each time their teeth clicked it sent a vibration through to the back of his head, or if she were to move a particular way Revui would be redirected, but he was always back for another yawning parry. They may not have been fighting seriously but Revui would learn from this; he would adapt to the way she moved, learn to subtly anticipate the pattern of her actions.

Until she began to press him head-on, either directing his chin down in an awkward tuck or up and away, exposing his throat, which felt more threatening despite the passivity of the overall game. He became so focused on keeping his throat covered that he failed to notice how she herded him in reverse, and then she was going for an ear -- he loosed a rumble that was a little bit too serious, his hackles bristling.

The soft lipping of his ear was all that came after. As an apology for his reaction Revui's tail swept the grass low, and he leaned his body in to her's, feeling a substantial warmth between them. It was different with her than with any other: he was not on-guard with her, and neither did he pine for her affections as they were freely given. Deep down Revui did not care for this woman at all and yet he could not leave her side.