Luneshale Pass bite & blood

Something forbidden patters in her chest, something true and naïve; want had always shot to sparks between them, but what she saw in him now was the most subtle of affections held for her. He cranes closer and her tail instinctively swings up into a content beat. There are worse things to smell of. Decidedly, she did not care, anyway.
The silence breaks with the utterance of a question she must not answer. Leave? Leave Akashingo?
Those cold eyes of his thaw like a coasted glacier. Can I ask, a gentle reach of her paw upward to curl along the side of his face. why? And where we would go? Hypothetically, of course.