Spinning out of control

She snorted and looked at Pyr with amusement, a little difficult to do in her current position. She was craning her neck back to look up at the boy she had snuggled against, her paw with the stick raised above her head, in reach of his maw. Instead of eating it, he decided to criticise it. “It’s made out of honey and berries, there's nothing wrong with it. In fact, you might enjoy the taste the honey gives it” she prompted. She moved her paw back around, and ducked the other end in the jar, balancing it pecuarius on her paw as she took a lick from one side of it.

She offered up the other side, eyeing him curiously, to see if her own taste was enough to get him to give it a try. She licked the honey from her gums as she waited for him to take the offering. She wasn’t above smearing it against his muzzle if he refused a second time. In fact, if he didn’t take it, that was exactly what she did.