She drops her head next to yours and pushes her wings into your hands. Digits move with an objective, sorting and tending to the plethora of small tendons and muscles that made her complex wings possible. Heat radiating from her furry, feverish body forces a reaction and you feel a few droplets of sweat form on your nose. Her wings flex under your touch and you return to spots that needed more attention. Her damp muzzle finds the top of your ear. Lips nibble on the cartilaginous structure until she reaches your softer earlobe. She bites down on it and pulls, relenting just before it starts to get painful, “Agh!” You grunt in satisfaction. 