Barrow Fields Lord, show [m]e how to say no to this

The stranger continued her ploy on rolling in the grass, spreading her scent further along the earth. Odinn spare him, it was so intoxicating. It awoken and tempted every primal instinct in him until he didn't care that he was a stranger. He didn't care who she was, or what pack she belonged to. He just didn't care about anything then him and her and that her scent caused a fire to burn in his loins. It was instinctual: the need to spread his seed, to further his gene pool. He neared as her rumble answered his own and her tail thumped upon the earth a few times before she held it a bit higher than parallel with her body for him to inspect. Assuming this was an invitation his head bowed to cautiously sniff at her; testing her. Would she be like the mysterious goddess almost a year ago? Would she want play first? Would she tempt and tease? Or would she be straight forward?