Blacktail Deer Plateau [m] No [m]atter where I go to

Her own steps thundered in her ears, but all sound fell away when she caught sight of him. The world went silent, until the gentle croon of his voice reached out and pulled her in. She was desire, and she was need; he was both the item and the fix.

She silently bared her teeth when she felt his brush against her cheek. She was an impatient creature, so she shouldered his chest, affectionate as a house cat but with the brute strength of a lion. She walked along the length of him, pressing against him as if hoping she might cause him to stumble sideways- a test of his posture. 

And, also in a very kittenish way, she batted his muzzle with her tail.