Damita lifted her hand to brush a lock of caramel out of her face, her lips brushing softly against his, a little squeal given as he thrust that one last time. She giggled, giving him a playful shove before he slid himself out of her. She sidled close as he rolled onto his side, needing to prompting to snuggle her head against his shoulder, her body pressed up against his.<br/><br/>Finding the discarded fur, Damita pulled it over them, reveling in the warmth it brought. His words were accepted with a murmur, no thought of the time of day given – The tribe was going to start wondering where they’d vanished to, if Toho didn’t appear out in the open sometime soon; perhaps they would even think that Damita was being difficult. She’d already been there more than a day and hadn’t met anyone besides Toho’s father – Whom she was planning on visiting sometime soon, perhaps to ask the old man’s advice.<br/>