Rising Sun Valley [m] reckoning

She moved to close the distance between them, noting the friendly, submissive wave of his lowered tail. She showed little joy as she moved around him, her breath fanning and feathering his fur as she looked only for signs of ailments- communicable diseases that might put her sacred body at risk- and ensuring that he had the necessary physiology to perform his duties. She lingered only long enough near him that she felt she might stir more enthusiasm, before she meandered along his side, pushing his fur in the opposite direction as she paused by his shoulder.

He seemed keen and willing enough, and having assessed him and found him without obvious fault, she leaned into his shoulder, snaked her muzzle beneath his chin, and strode forward a pace so that her raised tail could curl around the back of his neck like a feather boa.