Blackfeather Woods exhale desire

Here's your fade-to-black. Merry Christmas

No verbal answer had been given, for the look that he'd received spoke volumes. In that moment, he was desired and vice versa, the potential results of their union having been redirected to the back of his mind. With her permission, he'd bothered not with holding back any longer. Nearing her rump, he'd nosed at her briefly before lifting a forelimb up and over her back, cutting straight to the point. Holding fast to her waist already, he'd gripped her scruff between his teeth and then got down to business.