Gyrfalcon's Keep where does the moon go in the morning?

Her grunts and snarls only heightened the need, the want for her as she struggled. Growling deeply, he yanked back on her and locked his forelegs around her chest. Blood pooled in his mouth, and he swallowed with relish. He began to thrust, trying to ignore the pain in his back leg, her heat driving him to lust.
Panting, he stopped for a few breaths, taking in her scent at each sharp intake. A rumble went through his chest as he pulled back and thrust again and again, almost desperately. Satisfaction filled him as he drove into her, a groan escaping his maw. His hips ground against her, and he felt climax, eyes rolling back. Resting on her back, he slid off and noticed with no little annoyance that they were still tied. Yet the pain had lessened, and a blackened grin settled on his lips, even as he carefully held his back paw off of the ground.