Seven Hells

Slowly, he reached out with a paw, and she felt the pressure against her shoulder, as though she might have been turned to stone and only the warm of another's touch would resurrect her. To this, she only let forth a girlish giggle. "Uhhm, miss, are you okay?" He asked, to which she swiftly nodded in a rather bird like manner, bobbing her crown. Then, without warning nor permission, she repositioned herself and pressed her nose into the base where the wing met his back. It smelt nothing like avian heritage, but rather... All wolf. She frowned slightly in disappoint, unable to understand this mystery, but still found it all the more enticing. "How curious..." She whispered, continuing to study the wings.