Duskfire Glacier [M] a place for your head

she does not offer him much, aside from herself. but had he expected more? not truly. she seems flighty, now; as if she is unsure. blackfell's closeness bearing down upon her, his nose nudging at her tail, nostrils flaring with the inhale of deep gusts.
thoughts of sleep now evaded. it would come, eventually; but when was unknown. now, a distraction presented itself. he could sense her apprehension—but could smell the excitement her body experienced. he could hear the patter of her heart in her chest. he thought of how loud it might be if his ear pressed flush to her.
should he be more gentle with her?
eyes move from where he loiters at her backside to her face. gaze meeting gaze, his breath fanning into a momentary pause. a lapse in his movements, before he laughs lightly. you have never done this before. he moves away then, not fully, but his stare flashes to gauge her reaction.
curious whether or not she would push him to continue.