Blackfeather Woods kissing wounds

Malila would hardly call herself brave. Wild? Not quite. Carefree? Well, not just yet. But certainly free. Oblivious to the aura he saw emanating around her from the spores in the air, she gazed openly at him. She felt the urge to let out a good humored, girlish giggle.

She gasped lightly. "Whaddaya know. Me too. I felt under pressure. Or like I was being forced to be someone I'm not. That's...no way to live." She admitted, shaking her head. His stomach rumbled. Following, came the giggle that had not been released before. 

"Oh, oops. Are um, you hungry?" She peered close, shuffling on her belly nearer. Her ears fell slightly, her face donning an apologetic look. "I'm not a very good hunter at all...but maybe together we can catch something. And um, it is spring. Baby animals are easier to catch, so I've heard."