Ankyra Sound Bubblegu[m] bitch

She smirked. The challenge was accepted, and from this day forward, Ondine knew they'd be, quite literally so, inseparable. It was exciting, and she felt tiny butterfly wings tickle her insides. How she had done this, and why, was all lost to her now. She felt the knot keeping them together loosen, and a little later he slid out of her. She felt hollow without him, and let out a tiny, disappointed moan. Still, she took the time to stretch her legs a bit, yet stopped when Kjalarr started circling her. She raised an eyebrow, a little grin on her muzzle that was not covered in blood anymore. The faint hints of light red were present, but it was noticeable - and to be honest, she looked a lot prettier like this.

She pushed into him with her body, quite surprised he was teasing her like this. She stroke her muzzle across his neck, sniffing in his scent. At least she'd spend the downfall of their pack with him.