Dragoncrest Cliffs if i tell my bones they're a cage

As his nose found skin beneath the fur of her nape, Pipit gave out a small noise of delighted encouragement. She thought that he might resist, or find her undesirable for her forward behavior, but instead she found him returning her boldness in a slow pool of his social instinct. Her muzzle wrinkled into a glittering smile, the fawn bird giving the giant a coy nip towards his whiskers when his tongue touched the pale cusp of her chin. A bout of giggling befell her, and she bounced away from him, turning in a quick circle meant to lure him forward and away from the foreboding cliffs they stood too near.

Whatever he'd intended to do before meeting her, she sought to have him toss it away. If only for a little while.