Boartusk Heights Golden Light Shining From Above [m]

This man was experienced, Amber thought as he matched her passionate attentions-and gladly did the woman recieve them. His growl loosed another shiver down her spine, but then she'd bounded away.

He followed, much to Amber's enjoyment, calling playfully after her with a tone that was heavy with the need they both felt. As he bumped against her, she stilled-as did her breath, for a brief moment-and no longer pulled away. His words were heard, but it was the mingling of their fur and the pressure against her side that kept her rooted to him. 
            "F-Far?"

At first, the haze of hormones caused the proud femme to stumble over her thoughts-but then his question really clicked, and with the warming of her skin, she shook her head. Amber gave both an answer and a question of her own: as long as she could withstand her hormones, she would talk. The mention of her home gave her the realization, though, that he did indeed know what would likely come of this-was this his way of asking to be involved?
                           "Sorry. No-I live just on the other side of this mountain from the fen. How far are you from here?"