Neverwinter Forest tassel

his broad frame meets hers in a gentle moment, his head butting softly against her shoulder. and then, as though he could not resist the draw of her quickness, her energy, his long limbs wrap around her, pulling her down with him into the snow.

their tumble is careful, playful, and when they settle, it is her weight that presses lightly against his chest. his back is against the frozen ground, but the cold barely registers. his nose brushes hers, a soft connection, and a warm chuff escapes him—a sound rich with flirtation, with teasing affection.

his tail wags against the snow, though his words remain unspoken. his gaze says enough: you are quick, yes. but i am strong. worthy. a challenge, perhaps, or an offering—one she may take as she pleases.