Blackfeather Woods you were not born of stardust, darling, stardust was born from you

Having laid there long enough to get her way, Qilaq giggled as the dark woman's nose comes down upon her again. Her cool, leathery snout touches her warm skin and teeth gently graze down her body. Her limbs cling to her the muzzle and she buries her face into the soft fur. If she could wish for anything, it would be for this never to end, as her giggles turned into bellowing laughter that gives her cause to struggle for a breath. She slowly comes down, occasionally cracking up, as her limbs become splayed against the ground in an overdramatic display for attention.