Just a little bit more

He didn’t startle easily, there was a sly tilt to his head as he glanced over his shoulder towards her. The Aracari stretched out her legs with a soft yawn, pulling her weight forward as she arched her back. Showing off her form, her shapely figure, the strength and delicacy in her movements. Keetie was a creature always on show, and she lived for a rapt audience.

Her newest victim did not disappoint. He made no secret of the way his eyes roamed her body. Exploring her, taking her in, marvelling at her. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t similarly taken with this boy. His one good eye was a burning flame, and she could easily imagine passion within its depths.

There was an age to him, but it did not take from his attractiveness. There would be something to be said from experience, if she decided to take this further, she had no doubt.

“Then you are a man of culture, I see. I’m so glad I will not have to string you up to the tallest oak and tickle your extremities in punishment” Her eyes were filled with mirth as she took his invitation, and moved boldly closer. She was fearless, his scarred body filled her only with excitement, and no fear. She liked a man that wasn’t afraid to get rough and shove a little. To show spirit. It seemed that once again the North had not disappointed her.

She sated her thirst with the freezing water, and then stepped closer to the fire-marked wolf. Collapsing lightly, dramatically, beside him, and stretching out her long body. Her toes touched him, and her faux antlers tickled his scruff. “Are you implying my coat is lacking in some way? That there is anything more to be gained by taking from this sky?” she curled her paw, extending her cat like claws and clenching them together as she gestured upwards. “Perhaps if there was, I would take, but I would not be so foolhardy as to change something already perfect.” she folded her paw down again, dropping it not-so-subtly across his fore ankle.

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