Duskfire Glacier vashkorr

what of it? lousine purred. her tail slowly began to thump against the den floor. i like looking at you. do you not do the same thing to me? she hoped he did, at least. the thought of it gave her butterflies that swarmed in the pit of her belly.

slowly she began to peck at the food offered to her, pulling at a tendon with her claws. she remained quiet and  watched as his silhouette reappeared in the entrance way.

come closer, she beckoned. kiss me.