That does nothing to discourage the deer brain, which says to dip down lower to his shoulders...but Basil's shoulders sort of give way to the gaping hole in him. Tongue reaches nothing, redirects its path, shoulders won't do, let's go further up.
She nuzzles the side of his head with her own as she continues, pronghorn's horn rubbing against his grassy hair. Her instincts say she shouldn't have to stretch her neck so much, or...really at all. They can't sort out what the issue is (no snout), however, so she continues on, unbothered. This is a normal and natural process, grooming his fur. Carefully and meticulously, her tongue runs up his neck. Further, further, until her nose is in his hair, and her mouth is at the side of his jaw— ]
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That does nothing to discourage the deer brain, which says to dip down lower to his shoulders...but Basil's shoulders sort of give way to the gaping hole in him. Tongue reaches nothing, redirects its path, shoulders won't do, let's go further up.
She nuzzles the side of his head with her own as she continues, pronghorn's horn rubbing against his grassy hair. Her instincts say she shouldn't have to stretch her neck so much, or...really at all. They can't sort out what the issue is (no snout), however, so she continues on, unbothered. This is a normal and natural process, grooming his fur. Carefully and meticulously, her tongue runs up his neck. Further, further, until her nose is in his hair, and her mouth is at the side of his jaw— ]