The End

The intensity of his gaze, it's almost too much. She wonders why he was so scared. He didn't know her.. what would he have lost if she had fallen to her death? She supposed she owed him her life now, she can't help but feel like she's going to wish that he'd let her fall eventually. As he stands, she feels the same attraction and severe annoyance that she's always felt towards him. She didn't remember that he was so damn tall. Finally, he gives her his name- and she nods- satisfied. Of course he has to push it, asking for a kiss and she snorts with laughter. She isn't sure what she should do, could anything she gives him physically repay the debt she now felt she owed him?

She moves slowly at her towards him, until she's at his chest before craning her head up and stretching to her tip toes. Gently, her tongue laps out of her jaws and seeks to touch the skin of his muzzle, there's a lot in that movement, that simple symbol of affection, just part of the thank you she owes him. Resting back on her feet, she remains close to him, looking up at him. She doesn't know what to say to him, so she just stares, lost in the intensity of the situation.