Dragoncrest Cliffs Yeah she steals like a theif

He didn't move. He hadn't stiffened, but like an oak he stood, unbent by the winds, when she wished for him to be a willow. She looked up at him and could only see the faint glint of surprise in his eyes, like a flicker of flame in the dark. He was cute, even more so when he was this close, and she could feel the coarse grit of salt in his fur. Curious to see what he might do next, she smiled faintly. She tilted her head back, and lifted her muzzle to bestow a kiss upon his cheek- a shy and furtive move, but as with anything Lilia did, driven by impulse.