Sleepy Fox Hollow [M] The Ballad of Lonely Bear

Her heart sung with every heated breath she took, her blood warmed until it felt as though it might singe her veins. Her neck bent elegantly at the poll as she reached to brush the soft, velveteen of her nose against his, lips quivering as his whiskers tickled her cheek. For a moment she was there, receptive, interested-

-only the light flick of her left ear might prove itself to be a tell-

-and with a high pitched, multiphonic, nearly super-sonic -WHRRRREEEEEEEEK!- she transformed.

In the fluttering of an eyelash her head whipped back and nostrils flared to expose the pink membranes deep within. Her ears pinned flat, blending in with the whipping sorrel forelock that lifted to expose the topmost peak of her narrow blaze. 

He moved to circle her and she wheeled cleverly on the forehand, ducking her head as if to use it as a counterweight for the hind end that she swung toward him suddenly, only a moment before she coughed out a thunderous snort and aimed a harmless cow-kick in his direction. She gauged the distance between them with a glance over one shoulder to make certain that he would hear the snap of one ankle, but not feel the land of a hoof. 

Off she pranced then, tossing him a glance over one shoulder, four beats of a two track to gauge his reaction.