Sun Mote Copse but you're holding me like water in your hands

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Like a willing pet, Wren had followed @Colt well into the early hours of the morning. Padding beside him in relative quiet, the occasional song of small talk uttered from her lips. The sun was beginning to peek over the treetops by the time they had reached their destination, dappling the pair with a faint blush of pinks and oranges.
She had walked among these trees before, but with him, it felt new.
Wren comes to a stop beneath a secluded canopy. Quiet, save for the sway of leaves with the winds and the morning birds that spoke amongst each other. She presses her back against the trunk of a tree, and with one long forelimb, reels him closer. 

She starts with a lone kiss to the tip of his nose, followed by a plea for his lips to part, should he allow it. Torn ears press to the sides of her dust-colored head, and her tail sways between reedy legs. The only sound to come from her lips is a small, vulnerable whine. She would be slow; careful.

If she was to pretend to be his for now, she would make it worth his time. She only had so much of it.