Bearclaw Valley woe.

She purred and melted, thawing like frost in the morning sun at the tenderness of his touch. She tumbled to the ground alongside him and pressed every arch of her body into every crook of his, singing out at every touch that caused excitement to lift the ridge of fur along her spine. She was familiar with him in almost every way, and knew everything there was to feel. She knew where his coarse fur changed, and grew soft and thick, and she knew the places where his skin was always hot to the touch. 

Once they had settled down, quietly together, she rocked against him so they might sway side to side gently. "We'uh gettin' good at thith whole 'bein' friendly' thing," She said with a light laugh.