Wapun Meadow i can feel your teeth on my paper-moon skin

he seemed flighty, stiff, and she worried that if she made one wrong move he would bolt, and she would not be able to steal him and his lilting howls back to the valley with her.

at his touch, flashes of previous sexual endeavors came to mind.  he was wild, he was anxious, he would be just like them.  she could not allow herself to be claimed by a man outside the valley's walls — but it was hard.

his muzzle, prying through the fur at her withers pulled the hair along her spine straight upward, and she provided him with another desperate, wanting whine.  it was like her body required one thing and her mind another.  confused by the warmth spreading through her ventral regions despite her mind's vehement protest, her head whipped round and her teeth clashed against one another in a weak warning, but the warnings stopped there.