Bearclaw Valley A next Generation

There's going to be some major awkwardness, omg. I'm probably going to laugh 95% of the time while typing up responses for this.

I think I humanize Kove a wee bit too much, aha. Whoops.

The trip out of the territory had not been as eventful as he'd hoped it'd be, but he couldn't complain. There would be many more opportunities, all of which he would try his hardest to grab onto. He'd made his way back into the valley quicker than what he'd planed, and started making his way towards the den he shared with his lover. It wasn't long, however, before she found him first. His tail started wagging at the sight of her, expecting her to slow down to greet him, but that was not the case. At first, he could not figure out the source of what he deemed excitement, as the wind was against him. It was only when she practically tackled him down and the enticing scent that came from her entered his nose did he piece it together. It was a scent he knew, but never had he acted on the instincts it brought up before. He'd never permitted himself to do so, but now it seemed as if he wouldn't have a choice in the matter. It was something he wanted, and the actions of the albino made it clear she wished for the same thing.

Kove swallowed and kept his eyes on her, doing his best to not simply jump her bones right then and there. She might not wish for a gentleman in that very moment, but he could be nothing less in her presence, even with the alluring scent of her heat urging him to be anything but. “Right here?” he inquired lowly. Everything had taken him by surprise, causing him to have some difficulties finding the right words to say. It would be an entirely new experience for the Inuit man, and he was unsure exactly how he should act—how she wanted him to act.