Mature Content Warning
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The participants have indicated the following reason(s) for this warning: full estrus, unreceptive?? approach at probably more risk now
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there were more than men in the world, muskrat told herself as she at last picked her way down into the sloping green that made the great mountain. forests of emerald sprawled like a carpet from her elevation, draping the swell of hills and breaking around rivers and the lake or two which punctuated the landscape.
she was ravenous for more than pika meat, and burning with more obsession to be touched. some conspiracy had turned her overnight into a pillar of pure flame, and it consumed her as much as she fought against it.
hunting. hunting. she found the trail of goats and padded along it, even as her hips hummed to be embraced.
The canyon—too close, still, but he hunted around the lush valley—and occasionally ventured into the upper reaches. They would find a place soon enough. For now, they would gather their strength.
Two smells assailed him as he continued upon the game-trail—something hot and pungent, unfamiliar to him. . .and that of his birthplace, his family's scents, the lush valley-sweet smell of—
He chuffed and laid hard golden eyes upon her, tongue swiping across his jowls.
She could do as she pleased.
But why was a Creek wolf here?
Two smells assailed him as he continued upon the game-trail—something hot and pungent, unfamiliar to him. . .and that of his birthplace, his family's scents, the lush valley-sweet smell of—
The Creek,he muttered, and drew closer. A small woman, alone and questing.
He chuffed and laid hard golden eyes upon her, tongue swiping across his jowls.
What are you doing here?he asked—even though he didn't have the authority to do so.
She could do as she pleased.
But why was a Creek wolf here?
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