Whitefish River Spring Fever

She sighed. A happy, dreamy sigh. "So do I. That feeling I got under the trees when I first saw you. It was more than from just breathing in that air." She shifted to roll partially onto her back. She reached up, planting sweet kisses of affection along his muzzle. "I had never felt so naturally drawn to someone before. I guess me leaving Mereo was meant to be after all, huh?"

Tiredness began to seep into her body. They had really worn themselves out, burning off all that energy. Malila was still fidgety and her mind did occasionally get preoccupied with more primal thoughts. She had made a promise to herself and to him, regardless. For their sake, she would tough out her heat until it was over. She yawned, showing off her small, cute teeth. "Mmm I am sooo tired. But I don't wanna stop looking at such a handsome face."