ooc:
Her reminder of what they had set out to accomplish had broken the enchanting spell upon them. Foolishly, she had hoped to keep their minds on the lands still to be seen, but how her heart wished to lead these moments for once and share what it desired for so long. And though her mind was resilient, her heart would be damned to relinquish its influence without contest.
She forced her maw tightly closed feeling the distressed whine quivering her vocals to sound. Yet it was a rouse played by her own form, meant to keep her concentration on not letting such pitiful sounds mar the quiet night whilst her inner-most self led her actions. She felt him move and in an instant she turned against him, pressing her desperate form into his muscled physique, fearing silently to be rid of his warmth and made to feel the cold of loneliness believed was better hidden. But such fear was apparent in her eyes as plain and clear as the stars that touched the sky. And she knew this… for there was nothing she could hide from him, but was none the less shamed to feel as she did. A warrior was not to know this kind of fear, and yet she displayed it in such a way that the eyes of her beloved friend would be the only to see.
Both head and ears lowered in sync, veiling her troubled eyes in unkempt tresses of red. Embarrassed by her actions, her tail slipped between her thighs, passively curling as its end as if bracing for punishment. Such behavior was unbecoming of a woman that claimed herself a leader, but in this moment that title did not matter, not when it was only he that saw her. “Im sorry…” she whispered, still refusing to meet his eyes. “…we should move on and see what else there is… this place is vast… and there is much to see.” And yet she did not move away, nor did she refute her words and move closer to him as she wanted to. She remained still, so deathly still… once again at a loss, but this time, for what to do.