Ankyra Sound This is it, the apocalypse.

She whined sharply in surprise as her pale companion reared up on his hind limbs to grip her shoulders, though did not make to withdraw from the embrace. Instead, she leaned heavily into the Beta's arms and canted her muzzle skyward, presenting the vulnerable underside of her neck to be pampered. It was a display of trust that would normally be entirely out of character for Nyx, though to Lycaon she offered her throat without a moment's hesitation.

She twitched and trembled beneath his touch, whimpering with excited anticipation as he peppered her with gentle love bites and reached her sweetest spots. Nyx parted her jaws, shifting just enough to trail her teeth through the coarse fur of her companion's nape. Suddenly, she twisted awkwardly beneath Lycaon's grip in attempt to wriggle alongside him and present her accessible hindquarters with a sideward sweep of her feathered tail.