Starglow Basin [m] Or you're a dog and I'm your man

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intended for Beau

The deed is done and now Leto leaves the stone quarter a new woman. She hopes Soto will be pleased with the news.

Craving a sense of fresh air, she trots to the borders of the basin. The scent of Castel is still heavy on her thick fur, the scent of her heat still underlying. But to her it should surely be done now, should it not? It has served it's purpose.

She yawns, the setting sun nearly disappearing behind the horizon now. Soon she will return to her den, curl beside her serpent and sleep until morning. She has been thoroughly exhausted.

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The prairie snake lingers on the outskirts of the basin when he spots his dove. There's an odd appearance to her tonight; her fur is askew, her eyes tired.

His assumption is that she has been working for Soto, taking a walk before settling into her den for the night. This thought is quickly wiped away as he catches her scent.

Having moved to join her, he stops in his tracks momentarily. She reeks of a man unknown to him, of something far worse than only his fur brushing hers. But underneath that, he recognizes the scent of heat.

He feels his claws dig into the ground. Nothing angers him more than to know that someone has beat him to her. He bares his teeth momentarily, turns his head away. He is angry that Soto did not tell him of the other, angry imagining that another has been within her. The hazel-eyed man has pictured it so vividly in his mind; her expression, the graceful splay of her legs. It should have been for him.

Maybe it still can be.

Beau cares not for the puppies that will result; only to prove a point to her lover, put him in his place.

His approach is made, her scruff is grabbed. She does not protest.

He is going to take his time with this.