Redsand Canyon you were baptized in ice [m]

It felt like she had created such a mess for a moment. The words had slipped out almost unintentionally, almost. There was a part of her brain that reasoned it was easier to deal with the pain of rejection now than continue letting these strange emotions fester in her. She was nervous, her throat raw from the overwhelming display of emotions she’d had previously… and just from the anxiety of what she thought was about to happen.
 
Instead, he nuzzled into her scruff. She’d only had such an action once before, though the prior had been a far more aggressive behavior against her… but her brain was capable of separating the two, the gentleness in his touch and the possessiveness in his action that was just enough to be comforting but not too much as to intimidate her. She leaned into the touch as much as she could, encouraging as she nuzzled lightly against the underside of his neck. He thought he was broken, but that was not what she saw. What she saw was just enough jagged edges to fit perfectly against her own.
 
She was so confused. She didn’t know what to make of this, but she also knew she didn’t want it to stop. She found herself craving it and that alone should have scared the hell out of her… it would, later when she had time to reflect, but in the moment it just felt right.