Nothing Left To Fear
10-19-2013, 11:56 PM
As Felicita padded slowly, searching, a cold wind penetrated her thick, downy fur, chilling her straight to the bone. She shivered, wanting to hurry and find a place to sleep as quickly as she could. Call her crazy, but she had an inkling that she wouldn't be very cold at all curled up next to Dexter all night. Fell was starting to freeze, yes, up until she felt Dexter bury his muzzle in the fur of her neck, speaking to her softly. Every muscle in Felicita's body tensed up, but not in a negative way. She was filled with an overwhelming sense of rightness, like this was the way things were supposed to happen. She didn't question it, didn't worry about if it was right or not. No, she simply went with it, because she knew she could. Felicita was a woman, and she was free from her controlling (but loving) family, and she could do what she wanted. Felicita slowly lifted her tail, and brushed it once softly from Dex's shoulder to his flank. She turned her head and made heart-stopping eye contact with him for the umpteenth time. The moment was short and sweet this time, however, and Felicita nuzzled her moist black nose into Dexter's neck in return, breathing deep of his warm, musky scent that was so very manlike. Fell removed her muzzle from Dexter's neck so that she could speak and not have her words muffled by his dense snowy pelt. "Okay, Dexter. Where else do we look?" And at that moment, Felicita realized. Dexter could walk away, even just to search for their sleeping place for the night. But Felicita now knew that she would follow him anywhere. Speech |