Haunted Wood ⁠—so you can't crawl no more,

He didn't retaliate. And she couldn't really tell if his rumbling was him being grumpy, or a rustic purr. Even so, she continued, even though he was a bit of a lump. His weight came from his size, by being much larger than her anyway. Not from muscle or a fat belly; he was starving too.

She dropped her weight, pushing him back to lay on his side, still embracing him and caressing his chin with her tongue. Then she pulled back, looking at him, wondering what he was thinking and if he'd just decide to lay over top of her, like a pup trying to get it's mother's attention.
She just looked at those eyes, dark save for the soft shine of green about the pit of darkness. 
Her ears were pressed forward, curious to what he'd do.