Herbalists' Cache prayer of the stars

the touch to her scruff, gentle and enticing, sends a traitorous quiver down her spine. an affection she was not used to. one she felt the overwhelming and greedy urge to return tenfold. her muscles tense for just a moment, before they relax beneath the huff of warm breath star-woman blesses her with. 

her tail sways faster at her hind. she had not always been kind. the world is cruel and often did not smile upon kindness and soft words, and so she met it with muscle and valor. but with star-woman...

perhaps being kind was not so bad. she leans over, slowly, to brush her nose against the dark woman's shoulder. grazing her soft fur, nostrils flaring to subtly inhale the scent that wraps around her mind like a vice. 

too soft and too luxurious for the likes of her. 

and then she's gone from beneath hawk's touch. already, she misses it. she knows she shouldn't. it is a weakness that she will struggle to fight. 

but for tonight, she would follow her star-woman. she would remain at her side without a word—her presence was enough. strong and resolute at her cheiftesses' side. 

"always," she promises, voice low and almost intimate.