Blacktail Deer Plateau you got me in love again

He seemed lost in thought—her own contemplation only interrupted when the behemoth entered her sight. Perhaps he did not see her—and so, with grace, she settled her small collection down and began to tiptoe closer to the border guardian, finally snaking in front of him and tucking herself deftly into his chest as she pressed her muzzle to his throat, fluttering kisses upon him. “Happy birthday, lover,” she preened.