Morningside Cuesta didn't ask too many questions, didn't have too much to say

He much appreciated how forward this girl was.  Most of the time he preferred a bit of subtlety, but it had been some time before someone before Dawn had opened herself to him so easily.  He took a step foward, tail arched as he ran his tongue over his lips before he scented the strange — boy.

This was definitely a boy.

It caught him by surprise, and he raised his head back up again before he boldly closed the distance between them.  He lowered his nose to the stranger's neck ruff, then down his side before he paused to nip at the puckered, scarred flesh at his hip.  

Somewhere very far away, he wondered what had hurt this delicate boy so much, but he was too enchanted by the queer contrast between his sex and his appearance that Fen did not linger on it long.