Sunspire Mountains with the lights out, it's less dangerous[m]

An airy whine slipped through Grayday's teeth. He couldn't remember ever wanting someone this much - inanely, he wondered if there was something special about this woman, that she should be so much more appealing than the others.

Later on, he would realize that he'd been desperate, driven there by months of constant stress and anger, and the newly-added frustration of having Addie so close, and yet, so very far away. It was a truth that eluded him even in his most clear-headed hours; Day was a wolf accustomed to hiding his vices, and he'd gotten good enough since joining Silvertip that he denied them even to himself.

But in that moment, he knew only that she smelled like heaven, that her touch was pleasing, and that he wanted more. Day stretched his neck to encourage her and offer better access, his tongue now laving at the thin, downy fur of her ears. Over the woman's back, he shot Remy a meaningful look. Hurry up.