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Though his comment may not have been delivered with the suavest wording, its all too obvious intent paired with the nuzzles and kisses he dropped along her muzzle made Desi a giddy little thing. The man's actions gave her a funny feeling inside, but it was a good funny feeling. It made her feel more beautiful than she already did, somehow, and it made her want to press herself to him. And as his hand slid upward and down her back, his claws tracing tickling little lines along her sensitive skin beneath all that downy fur, she did just that. Moving forward the tiny bit it took to close the gap, the fur at their legs mingled and she gently kissed the lower edge of his jaw, eyes half-closed as she peered up at him. She had long ago dropped the end of Fuerte's lead, but to her surprise he had not moved far from her. He stood at a tree nearby and grazed, watching his owner with something like annoyance. Wolves were so silly.
His comment evoked a separate reaction, however, or separate in some ways. With a playful glint to her eye, the femme backed out of his embrace, as much as she was loving being in it, and as quickly as she could she shifted downward, to her bulkier but still agile Secui form. She was hoping to get at least a little of a head start on the man before he could catch up with her, or she would have gone on to her Lupus form; if she found a hiding spot she would in fact take that moment to shift on down.
She dropped into a play bow, her tail held high over her back, and a doggish grin on her features, her forelegs splayed wide. Then she dashed off into the forest, seeking a dense place to make herself smaller. He would no doubt find her before long, but could he catch her? Desi did not know, but she was curious to find out what would happen if and when he did. She threw a good-natured taunt over her shoulder: Bet you can't catch me, Saluce!