Redtail Rise IX

she sees his hackles raise, and feels her own fur rise upon her spine.

and then, the mood lightens. she's grateful for it. dipping low, she sidles close and then snatches the long, wriggling thing from his paws, dangling it playfully before his muzzle.

Lady, Tramp, and their spaghetti—or, at least, the scene in another world.

her whiskers twitch at the feeling of those tiny legs churning, battering against her lips, but she is loath to bite down. she likes the squirming.