it is both a blessing and a curse, to feel everything so very deeply
Again she fails to capture him, to strike or land a blow- but at least she gets him to work harder, to maneuver his body and his mind. A snort is a balm to her troubled soul, all the encouragement she needs to continue; grinning toothily she bounds away from him, trying to avoid the next onslaught.
And she doesn't, and it's fine, because he's upon her, rolling her playfully onto her back. The leopardess grins up at the tiger, swatting her tail against the snow. Sticking her tongue out at her lover, she reaches with a paw to boop his nose. You have to shift now, she reminds him - then moves her own body, maneuvering, shrinking down into the otter in attempt to escape his grasp.
And she doesn't, and it's fine, because he's upon her, rolling her playfully onto her back. The leopardess grins up at the tiger, swatting her tail against the snow. Sticking her tongue out at her lover, she reaches with a paw to boop his nose. You have to shift now, she reminds him - then moves her own body, maneuvering, shrinking down into the otter in attempt to escape his grasp.
