Blacktail Deer Plateau Family matters

He lingered on the periphery to the children, reacting more to their sounds of playing and chaos than anything. A tail tugged too hard brought a squeal to life, the scratching of blunt claws on packed clay dirt filled the air next, then a phwump from a rolling body. Mou didn't think much of their rough-housing and continued to browse the area, sneaking steps every so often.

When he heard something moving towards him, low and haphazard, he paused and swung his head around. Affixed in his good eye, there was Vesper. She moseyed over and sought Mou's company, which he welcomed. Her little tongue reaching, reaching — and so he dipped his nose down a little bit to help her reach, and felt it graze his chin.

Mou chuffed in response, then his own tongue unfurled from his often-too-long face, like a banner from the top of a tower. He draped it across her forehead and with a heavy swipe, curlie-cued the lengthening fur atop her head. And well, it was a kiss too — but now she was stylin'.