Swiftcurrent Creek Night snake

A drawn out kiss—he was about to spill his reverence of her when she slips from his grasp, causing his hooded gaze to open wider now, his form to prop up as he studies her with a lingering pout on his darkened features that she was no longer in arms reach.

No sooner did he begin to open his mouth did she bow down with a playful wiggle—the action eliciting an unashamed and burning stare of his eyes to the curve of her rump before she leaps away.

Never before had a man scrambled so fast to his paws in the world, he was certain—but even as he careened in the direction she went, she was far more sprightly and nimble than he—but, perhaps, never before had another been so entirely smitten and eager—and thus, the drumming of his paw steps were fleeting after her, as he worked to earn another embrace or kiss from the mysterious desert woman.