Moonspear [m] the suspension of disbelief

If not for her obvious discomfort, Kindle might've thought their experiences were the same. And he had kissed someone, actually, but it'd been his cousin and they'd only been playacting something they didn't understand. Not like he understood it now, with Treepie's scent like smoke in his lungs and them standing there on the mountain, but in each other's eyes.

He didn't mention that to her now, when she was as good as asking him to kiss her. To court her. To do other untypable things. He was full of this guilty feeling that he shouldn't, because maybe he wanted this for all the wrong reasons, and it would surely spell disaster for the pack if things fell apart.

His mouth formed the words and he was startled by the huskiness of his voice, "Tell me what courtin's like." He supposed she meant for him to do these things in order. He supposed maybe they both meant for that, though there was a part of him that suspected (hoped) it wouldn't happen that way.