[Seasonal Event] Many Paws Make Light Work

Jigano's nose is met with her own, large and cold and seeking him. Still upside-down, she exhales firmly against his face, a friendly whuff warm air escaping the leopard's lungs. His scent on inhale is sweet and smooth, at once both familiar and yet more. To her improved senses he is more than a smell: he is a song, a light, a memory, a hug. Amalia's purr increases in volume as she draws her face away, not yet ready to offer more, though a mischievous light remains in her eyes. The large head is replaced by a paw, batting playfully at the silver fox. On her back she wiggles and squirms, daring him to try and escape her swipe, to play along with this game of catch- his speed and her strength an even match, his slender limbs and delicate build a contrast to her stocky bulk. Meanwhile her tail continues to sway, swatting at the ground around Isuma before rising up into the sky, daring her to put those wings to work. a m a l i a You were young and you'd stare With a reverence unimpaired Searching in your dark eyes to find the stars already there