Bearclaw Valley [M] Ursa Major

A feral growl bubbled up from her throat as he clasped her with his strong, grappling arms, and she writhed against him only to find that rather than feeling the need to bolt, she simply couldn’t get close enough to him. Tongue flicked across bared gums as she jockeyed for their position and when they came together, she echoed his cry with a gasp. 

No birds remained within earshot by the time she slumped to the ground, smiling and chuckling with what little breath she had left.