Blackfoot Forest Singeing Through Cosmoses

Well, that got her attention. The tips of her ears briefly touched her scalp, swift and subtle in motion as that chill approached. That sweet, hazy chill that ran her head into a spin. Her eyes met to his then, her spine shivering while she shuffled her shoulders into her chest again to ease the winter cold he gave her. Wind fled from her lungs in a soft, quiet hush, and with his own breath, he gave it back. Look at the beauties death could breathe into ones lungs. Look at how it kissed it across the surface.

Snapping her mouth shut on the ear of the rabbit before his face, there was the loud clack of her teeth colliding before she answered soon after. The imps tongue crossed over her lips in that telling, nasty smile. "Yeah! I missed ya lots!" Huffing, she flared her nostrils to get a whiff of his scent again. It did her well to keep it in thought. "There's nothin' but sand and gravel without ya, Seth." Her head carefully looked him up and down with an amused quirk. "You haven't found what you were looking for, have you, Seth?" Swish, swish, swish did that devilish tail move.