Damita was not to be deterred by the rumbling growl that came from his throat, her expression set as she touched her hand against his cheek. She hadn’t wanted to shoot him last time, no – She hadn’t even had any bullets left in that little gun; which was now lost out in the forest somewhere.<br/><br/>She giggled as his muzzle pressed into her palm, her other hand coming up to stroke one of those coyote ears, a smile finally playing on her lips – He reminded her of an overgrown puppy, to be honest. Tilting his head back up, she leaned down and pressed a kiss to his nose, letting her hand stroke at his cheek affectionately.<br/>