Ravenshook Cliffs kind of mood that you wish you could sell

how scandalous! dalia huffed, tongue lolling as she stopped before him to catch her breath. he started backing towards her like some sort of loud, garbage truck, but his beeps were arrogant calls about his own ass. dalia lunged forward playfully to snip at it, aimed particularly at his left flags, but stopped short to avoid actually making contact with his butt. ew! 

he shouted out another mocking claim but, truthfully, dalia was far from insulted! "it's not an insult if i don't know what it means!" she sneered back, pulling her already panting tongue into a small mlem, her brows furrowing in. hah! jokes on him. "your rear isn't nearly as nice as half the ones i've ever seen!" she added, but dalia had never actually stared at an ass before-- she didn't know the qualifications of a good ass.