Larksong Grotto You're sweet, my dear

mireille flicked her tail and grinned, spinning as he did, hindquarters faced away from the stranger. she wanted to tempt, to flare his hungers. "do you mean for me to stand still?" she goaded aloud.
not recovered enough to run again, mireille at last dipped her head back to the trails he had indicated. her belly rumbled and she pranced lightly along the track, scarlet muzzle downturned. 
on a whim she changed her mind; mireille would live by whim for the next several days.