Dawnlark Plains the theory of everything

she shivered, pressing herself to him. happy to be in his arms; eyelids falling to half-mast as she purled a soft sound within her throat. "i missed you too." how could the pull be between them so strong after one meeting? she supposed it was due to what had occurred between them; mona coloured beneath her scarlet fur.
the warmth pooling in her belly had returned; she nipped his should insistently, spinning out of his embrace to dash away with a clear invitation in her murkwater eyes that he follow, in play or otherwise.