Blackfeather Woods kissing wounds

Had she any idea of what he was feeling, what he was thinking, Malila would have blushed beet red under her fur. She was hardly anything fierce. Rather, she was like the plants she so loved in her childhood. Delicate. Light. Almost fragile. Everything about her was soft. There were no harsh lines in neither her form nor her way of life.

"Well...we could try and search." Something he said stuck out to her. In the next inhale of breath, the very same spores floated into her nose. It would be some time until she felt their effects, or if at all. "Huh? How do you mean?" She found herself rolling onto her side, then onto her back in a cutesy display. Like they might as well have been besties. She booped his nose softly with her own, smirking with the teeny tips of her pretty teeth poking past her lips.

Okay, so maybe she was getting a little loopy.