Blackfeather Woods [m] Why do we sleep when we want to hide?

Her voice was light with laughter, a beacon in the darkness around. Though she spoke words, it was her body which had done the talking which spoke much louder. 

I don't see the resemblance at all! He protest, shaking his skull back and forth as he come to slide closer into her direction, filling the gap as she did. I think you'll have to do some convincing. She dished it out so he dished it right back, his orange and peach eyes trailing the length of her as he arched around.