Deepwood Weald [m] iklignak

Running was what she wanted to do; something to get her blood pumping! Something to make the burning of her skin feel less out-of-place, and running often did that for her. But the man seemed less inclined, and so Wilwarin did not go far. She waffled a little bit about what to do, being so eager for a game and concerned when he did not give chase, but his own behavior gave rise to another idea for a game.

Rough-housing was not something Wilwarin had ever done before. She couldn't remember ever having such a physical interaction except... Well, except for the game that she really wanted to play, and could not ask for. Maybe that was what he meant? It did not disturb her to think that was his true desire. Somewhere in the back of her mind Wilwarin knew that was what she wanted too.

The other man had gone. It was just the two of them - even the bird was forgotten.

She play-bowed and then leapt up to wrestle with him. Her touch was cautious rather than rough. Each time she came back down to earth she would try again, wrapping him in hugs or pawing at his sides, or rounding in circles as if to keep out of his reach; but little by little, the desire to be close was winning.