Ankyra Sound This is it, the apocalypse.

I'm good for a few more rounds if you are?  :)

When she presented herself willingly, Lycaon seized the opportunity without delay. He made to grasp at her with clumsy paws, hoisting himself drunkenly atop her and gripping her in place. His claws raked her fur uncomfortably and the sensation of being held in such an intimate manner was foreign to Nyx who, despite her previous incitement, changed in an instant to a bristling beast within the Beta's embrace.

She jerked her muzzle toward him, hawk eyes peering over a shoulder toward the pale leader with a warning flash of her fangs to accompany the ferocious snarl that she spat in his direction. This hot-and-cold approach was fuelled purely by her flaring hormones, though the tawny Ostrega remained braced and rooted to the spot: her body begged to be taken, but somewhere far beneath the frenzy of her heat she knew that this dance was one naturally reserved for an Alpha pair.

Her aggression dwindled along with this fleeting worry and once more, Nyx' neediness came in the form of her desperate whining. She squirmed, her spine arched almost cat-like as she instinctively pressed back against the heat of her partner's groin in search of a connection.