Moonsong Glacier To regard the frost and the boughs

Slanting her head in the way she often did, she eyed the thin-furred rabbit. From it, then back to him. 

A swaying tail displayed her appreciation. But she would take it a step further.

Slinking around to his side, she pressed her flank gently to his, then caressed his shoulder with a soft nudge before pulling away. 

Thank you. Her eyes were as soft as her words would have been, a true sincerity shone within.