The Sentinels [m] tivat

she was a flurry of motions, of sounds of a body strained by a long run and unexpected excitement, accented by the state of her being. she washed over him and his concerns like a storm wave.

he welcomed her gratitude, but remained sheeplike, pushing his blotted nose into her opulent fur when it could be excused as an accidental touch. he couldn't hide his reaction, and hoped not to offend with its obviousness.

with a motion he made the bangs slide off of one side of his face, and raised his head to look into the eyes of the dark maiden.

he tried to convey a gentle, rejectable "may i?" with a single brown eye, muzzle gently gesturing at her thickened wolfmane.