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She felt him tense, then relax. She would have allowed him up if he desired it, but instead he acquiesced and rumbled, signaling his agreement clearly with voice and gesture. A shiver tingled up her spine, pure pleasure, knowing this. Redd crooned a light note of happiness and stepped back, allowing him to regain his paws if he chose.

Redd had resigned herself to no mateship this year, knowing the pressure of expectation was not enough to force her hand. There was more she needed, something missing that she had found, inexplicably, in this golden man. Perhaps it was sudden but Redd saw no logic in delaying. Her mind would not change so long as he remained. These feelings were not ones she’d experienced before, not even with prospects she’d hoped to meet again.

He saw her. She trusted this.

When he rose, she would come to him once more, licking his chin as well before nosing affectionately at his jaw. And I am yours. It was not a submission of rank, nor a gesture she would have made were they not alone. But it was a statement that here, in this, they were equals.