Altar of Twilight waxing gibbous

Oh but it had not been her intention to startle him so! As he slid through the snow towards her, and she went oncoming towards him, there was no harsh gleam in her eyes. No raised hackles or the lift of her lips. Perhaps he had misread her. Though she too may be at fault for allowing her exuberance to get the better of her, just by a bit.

She dropped down back to all four legs, slowing her path at him. But, the dark female did not waver. Instead of meeting him with her teeth, like he may have feared, her contact was much more...welcoming. She raised her left front leg, draped it gently over the rise of his shoulder.

Elentari grew still then, save for the slow wagging of her tail. Tentatively, if he would let her, she nosed at the side of his neck, just above where her leg rested. She was ready to pull away if her closeness was unwelcome.