Bramblepoint the beat of the song

The pull she felt towards this nameless, scarred man was natural. He drew her in further, welcoming her. Giving in to his gentle coaxing, she stepped close with no further caution. Woven in her fur were the scents of many others. All whom she was close to, but forgotten in this moment.

Keyni rumbled lowly in her chest, the ear he nuzzled flicking involuntarily. Hot, tingling flames shot up her spine. Hitching her breath, she cuddled up close against the curve of his chest. She used her nose to stroke up along the lines of his throat, delighting in his aroma. 

He affirmed he wanted to be here too. With her. Smiling with a soft hum of saucy agreement, words had left her now. She wanted to feel. To touch. Give and receive. Get lost and all wrapped up in the charming presence of the dark wraith. Skipping ahead coyly, she flagged her tail again in a come hither like motion.