Great Bear Wilderness find me somebody to love

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The saccharine scent of estrus was (too) familiar to Kjalarr despite that her scent was not. That did not matter. It hadn’t mattered before and it certainly didn’t matter now as the scarred Northman sought to make his presence known with a low chuff. She was dappled in argent moonbeams (thankfully a color his monochromacy allowed him to see). She, stranger though she was, was an ethereal vision before him, crafted by the hands of the Gods and placed in his path, emitting that delicious perfume that told the Viking that she was receptive. The musk of other males clung to her fur and this propelled the Northman towards her, fueling his fire to offer her his own seed. For a small second he thought of his wife and their nursing babe but if he wasn’t meant to approach her, to see if she would be receptive to him as she’d been to the others, then surely the Gods would not have deigned this meeting. A low rumble, husky with his desire left the strong column of his throat as he made his approach with caution, gauging how she would react, making no attempt to hide his interest nor his hormone sparked desire.

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