Lost Creek Hollow venus, planet of love

Aerasha fur drenched downward as she recently came out of the water, hopefully splashing the one beneath her. She displayed herself like a mother hen on her baby, as a happy-go-lucky and pleased smile hung on her lips while enjoying sitting on Nunataq. Her bicolored gaze dipped down to greet the struggling companion, who tried to push against her chest, "cuuute.~" She commented, obviously making no movement to get up from the position, making the first attempt to break free; a failure.