Moonspear [m] better off (with you)

She didn't make it easy on him. Kindle huffed to himself when he realized he was going to have to give chase or admit defeat, but there was a grin on his face despite this inconvenience. He gave it his best — but she was faster and more agile than him in the trees, and he was a ways behind her when she finally slowed.

He slowed as well, just enough that he wouldn't bowl her over when they met, and then a little further when something about her posture rang bells in his hind brain. He trailed his nose down her flank as he reached her, his breaths coming faster —

and dropped, some minutes later, back onto all fours. He was embarrassed and confused.

"I can't figure out how to, uh..." he tried to catch her eye despite feeling he'd really rather not, hoping she might have some insight. Worried that it would be the wrong kind.