Redhawk Caldera Beaver Moon

Her request made him smile, and he found himself drunk on her gaze. He moved to touch his nose to her cheek, and found himself almost willing to forgo the trip he'd planned so that he could simply stay so close to her and comb his teeth through the fur just below her ear. "Just stay by my side." A compromise. Still close, but moving. "I won't let you trip.

He meandered along the length of her, running his shoulder along her side before he came around her haunches and up to her other shoulder. Static sparkled in the space between them, and made his fur stand on end, reaching toward her. He chuckled, and uttered a soft woof as he stepped forward, cueing her to use his hip as her guide.