Neverwinter Forest [m] Thalassic

Every instinct demanded action; flight or perhaps the flash of her teeth, anything but the total stillness she found herself frozen in. Waiting, almost, for his touches to turn forceful and hurtful. They never did — but neither did the tension fade from her.

When Seastorm finally relaxed, it was through sheer force of will. She sighed to herself, lips twitching irritably, and finally turned her muzzle to nip at Catamaran's face. Her fear was subsiding, but his closeness made her restless; agitated in a way she still couldn't place, but knew to direct at the bounty hunter.