Redhawk Caldera Betting on the bull in the heather

He was interested, and she uttered a low growl when he replied. She licked her lips, perhaps as a means of quieting her nervs, or in an attempt to control her facial features, as she could not contain the wild, outlandish desire she felt...But she hated herself for it, as well. And with every ebb of longing came a flow of regret and shame- only to repeat the cycle over and over again, like waves urged to and from the shoreline by the tide. 

She felt confident and highly self-aware at the same time- and drew closer to him, bristling as she did so- watching him with a hawkish gaze as she closed the gap between the two of them, so that she could step close enough to touch noses, and exchange scents. She reached out- and felt a small jolt of electricity sting the tip of her nose as she attempted to brush her whiskers against his.