Date: 2009-05-31 05:16 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (golden eyes)
She leans into his touch, but eventually moves away, her body language deferential, and her eagerness returning as she becomes accustomed to the moon pressure.

I'm all right. Let's get moving. He shouldn't have to worry about her so much. She's not helpless. All right, not that helpless.

She falls into stride behind him. This body seems to appreciate running more than her human form did, and she needs to move now.
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