Ocean's Breath Plateau seized from the depths

As wild and galloping as Bethlehem could be, the male she faced proved to be every bit her equal. She quickly found that there would be no usurping him — not without taking their battle to level of seriousness a lone wolf should never commit to — but it only made her show out more in an effort to match him. They raced and twined, nipping and shoving, and they performed — and when at last he flexed the physical superiority of his gender, and sought to herd her, something clicked in her brain and Bethlehem fell tensely in line.

She took up at his hip, their breakneck strides easing much in the way racehorses do once they've crossed the finish line. Her tongue lolled and then eventually she stopped moving entirely — settling neatly into a lax stand with lobes at ease and her deep breast heaving. She watched him, her expression still sly; the puzzle to her incomplete. You've earned my attention, the amazon breathed, licking her chops thoughtfully as she continued to appraise him with no less fierceness than before their trial had begun.

I'm called Bethlehem.