Whitefish River Spring Fever

Malila tipped her muzzle in close to nudge tenderly at the base of a brown ear. His question took her by surprise. She made a small sound, drawing back so she may look him in those captivating blue eyes. "What? Veran, of course I want you here. Even now." She had been the one to ask him if he would stick by her side, to travel with her. Had she not wanted his company at this most awkward time, she would have driven him off already.

Despite the buzzing in her head and the ache all throughout her body, she forced herself to draw in a calming breath. "I wasn't expecting to experience my first heat so soon. And...around you." She moved back to sit down, but still would not deny his touch and affections. "We need to think about this rationally. We both know what will happen if we give into our instincts. I need to know how you feel about me, Veran. And we need to be prepared to face the outcome if we move forward."