Luneshale Pass Desafinado

He was no shy heir.

He stood, and when he did, she saw the difference between her, between him, in an instant. Cower did her posture, leaned away and motioned backwards with big, soul-peering eyes as if she would bolt or lie. She did not. Soon, it was his scent that he put in her lungs. Invasive, loud and bullet striking as their scents traversed on one another.

The underside of her tail dug into the ground, her limbs asked to move away, and there her neck extended to press firmly back against his nose. There it ended.

Coming to a quick, full stand, it is death he put upon her hand. She took it, bounding forward not far from @Khusobek, his breath deep and his presence thick. Whipping her tail low below her flank, a smile never leaving her inky lips, soft breaths chuffed from her nose, almost mute. Near a laugh or a whine.

She settled quickly, going to nab her teeth to some of the lamb and feeling her fur burned by soft embers. Her mind was as feral as her eyes. "Khu-so-bek," his name quickly hit her tongue, "this meat smolders? Sweet?" Swish, swish, swish went her tail, before a couple feet away from him, she went to settle upon her stomach as her heart beat up misplaced joyrides.