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B'AWWWW. This is so cute ;_; and inspiring to my muse!
Naniko watched the flames as they flickered in the fire pit, the oranges and yellows reflecting against the jade of her eyes. She had been in many stressful situations in the past, but nothing had ever made hear heart beat as quickly as it was now. Even defending the borders or fighting loners out in neutral territory did not bring her this same kind of rush. She put her hand up to her chest for a moment in thought, wishing to feel the quick beat and verify its strength and tempo. Her heart responded, thudding in her chest...quickening and seeming to skip a beat with every movement that he made. Her mind whirled a thousand miles an hour as she sat completely still, eyes leaving the fire to flicker over his form every couple of seconds as she waited to see what he would do next.
She needed something to do with her hands. White fingers came up to reach for her braid, quickly undoing the tie. Her claws moved easily through the well-brushed mass, separating the braid and allowing it to fall around her shoulders in sharp waves. She ran her fingers through the entirety of it, combing through the soft tresses as he spoke once more. It was cozy, here. She liked to think so as well, with all of the amenities that she'd brought in to spruce the place up. She had not been expecting company or it would have been much neater, though. Her fingers itched to tidy the place up a bit, but she managed to get rid of the urge rather quickly as Shandom's voice reached her ears once more.
Eyes turned to focus on the male in surprise, and she considered the offer for a moment as she looked up to the shelf. Naniko was fixed on a few different "pack traditions" that had come about in the last year or so. She now gave each new member a "starter kit" of sorts when they joined, a bundle that included a nice fur for their den, a few smaller ones, a fire-starting kit, and a pack of meat. They'd had a recent influx of new members, which meant that there weren't very many nice furs sitting up on her shelf. She wouldn't really have a way to warm up unless she accepted the offer.
What were the motives behind it, though? Did he really just mean for them to sit together as friends, wrapped up together in a fur? Or was this something else? He'd never said anything about his true intentions with her, if he had any at all. Her heart beat even more erratically as she found herself moving closer to him. Shandom was a large male, one of the few out there who stood taller than she did. Because of this, she seemed to fit well against him. Naniko moved one arm so that it wrapped around his side, lowering her muzzle so that it might fit in the crook beneath his chin. She held completely still after that, unsure of whether this was what he had truly meant to happen or if she had somehow misconstrued his intentions.