Dahozhoni Meadow To the neon god they made

S'ari was embarrassed to admit that she was so busy rolling around that she did not notice the wolf staring at her for quite a few seconds. When she finally stilled long enough to see him, she jumped noticeably, and then laughed, though this position made her tense. He could kill her easily if he wished, for she was on her back, belly exposed. She rolled over onto her side, at least, to protect herself a bit, but grinned up at him from the ground.

So, she said, Are you simply going to stare at S'ari, or are you going to join her in her revelry? The blossoms might make this one smell better, yes? Less... mm, wolf-like. She flashed him another grin.