Moonspear lawmother

She shuddered as his breath tickled her withers, and caught her breath to hold back a girlish chuckle. She should be better at this! But being the fifth of ten girls left her buckling under the attention she now received, as welcome as it was. She was too shy to touch the guard-hairs of his fur, not wanting to earn herself a tarnished reputation and become the centre of gossip among women she had yet to meet. 

She took in the scent of his people, with soft inhales. "Ocean." She said, just above his hackles. A drop of her muzzle toward his ruff, and she smiled faintly. "Fish," The gift he had brought earlier still clung to him; it it caused her lips to moisten. She raised her muzzle to the corner of his lips, and drew back, tufted ears finally lifting. "Zurburries," A quiet peal of laughter, as her eyes dropped from his eyes to his lips, and back up again, mischief causing them to sparkle.