Firefly Ravine (m) who says I like right angles?

Danger, his mind screamed.

Exhilaration, his body whisper.

Sooner than he knew she was upon him, but not in the way he thought. She did not graze him with teeth or tear with claws. Her nose brushed his fur and he found himself unintentionally posturing, as if she might need see more of him.

The sway of her tail his sign of approval.

He sought to test her patience with him further. Lowering himself and hoping to sniff her closely in the same fashion she had him.

Some warm rumble of invitation in the depths of his throat.

This dance seemed so much more tactful than his last.