Phoenix Maplewood this feelings just begun [m]

There was not a moment where she went without. She saw his capability, and thought, provider. In these hours together, Sunday Morning saw his endurance, and his strength. She could provide, too. She would. His croons were answered in whines and nibbles. Any knot spotted was quickly undone with gentle teeth. His song was one that her bloodstream answered to, and when his foreleg was placed over her hips she did not chase him away with teeth.

Though there was an uncertain flicking of her ear, as Sunday looked to him now there was an ample amount of trust in her heated gaze. The fire within her raged, and his closeness tempered her; it seemed mountain stone might be the one capable of suffocating it, providing her with relief.

It was not water she needed, as she had thought, but him; Sunday mornings eyes remained upon him, tail swaying and unwittingly fanning the scent she then wore toward him. There was a newfound readiness in her gaze, for whatever might come. Sunday would come to know, now, the reason for his pursuit.