Emberflame Ridge beat your breasts, young (m)aidens

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somewhere just beyond, avicus ran with her pack. erzulie did not want to jeopardize their new alliance by parading near the territory of the fierce young woman.
her descent was slow. erzulie paused on the ridge for some hours, hunting unsuccessfully while her body continued to burn.

His own hunt took him from one rise to another, patrolling as much for exploration sake as for defense against the wayward men who, like himself, were more cavalier about the shifting season.

The trail of a fox drew him through the woods at a hasty clip until a more provocative element graced his path, and thus intrigued, Tulimaq found his way after it.

After her, he came to realize; glimpses caught between the piles of snow.

the scent of foxes was harsh suddenly. the woman raised her head with a sharp motion. a streak of movement. she watched as a tall and feral creature started a confident approach through the powder along the ridge.
erzulie let out a warning growl, her tail raising stiffly as her spiced hackles waved. the man in the mountains had offered her respect. she waited for the same from this one.

They shared a look briefly before Tulimaq's movement split his eye from the sight of her. He drew along a narrow rise and down towards her waiting figure, emerging again with her eyes fixed upon him still.

A growl filled the air. The rise of her tail; she thought herself powerful? He was amused, and in good spirits, so he did not reject the claim. His own tail raised to match and he proudly displayed himself for perusal.

There were no words spoken. He had been drawn here by the woman, and they had entered a very dangerous game with one another. Tulimaq knew himself to be a strong candidate for this task and was unafraid.

the stranger flung his own plume high and did not move. erzulie watched him. he was tall and muscular, with a countenance that suggested he had earned the things won in his life. and like the wolf among the stone, this one was no boy. she would not have to teach him.
a tacit wave of her banner, beckoning him closer. she remained stiff-legged and wary, unwilling to commit to anything between the pair of them before she had come to know him even in a small way.
the obsidian's stare remained cool. waiting.

She appraised him, hawkish.

The man did not wait long before he closed the distance between them, stiff-legged himself, stalking; his pride ruffled his furs but he bowed his head low and snaked to where she waited, tasting the air. Thrilled by what he found.

Still, he would not touch her. The threat of teeth from either of them remained true: he would not be turned away, but neither would he stop himself from retaliation should she strike at him.

A low note rumbled in his chest, the closest thing to a question he would utter.

erzulie watched him approach, test the air. she lashed her plume again, this time aware that she sent a tidal wave of her scent toward the man with the gesture. the deep tone vibrated in the air. he asked to approach.
the obsidian crooned back, surrendering herself to the natural order. her posture relaxed, tail curving at her hocks. 
she did not want to speak. did not want to know his name.
and somewhere in the air hung the mark of fierce avicus, but erzulie was beyond heeding. perhaps this might be a way to truly unite their packs as allies, unless the red girl had designs upon this man.
erzulie reached confidently to read the stories caught in the proud hackles of the stranger.

She sought his furs. There was much to glean from the scents he carried: the red rise, the red girl, the red blood of a recent kill; simple things woven across him. Likewise, he found that she smelled of the sea and of another woman.

The importance of this ritual was lost upon Tulimaq, who only sought to probe at her with a lack of caution now, nip lightly at her body, corral her closer.

He rumbled again. The man would not wait for long to take what was offered.

it would be a perfunctory affair then.
erzulie felt as though it was the most fitting for her; this experience, this man. he would expect nothing of her and would depart after their entanglement, leaving her free to seek out sapphique.
erzulie growled and reached forward to pull at the fur along his proud chest, turning to snake her hips between his forelegs. 
her mind filled only with the roseate hue of the coming spring;
erzulie breathed.

He needed no further invitation.

She squirreled her way between his forelegs, the limbs eagerly hooking around her hips, then in a scramble he climbed to where he needed to be.

Tulimaq was not a man who cared for preamble; he sought what he wanted of her, grasping at her scruff roughly between his teeth to keep her in place, to stop her from escape should she change her mind.

There was pleasure, but it wasn't something tender or kind. He took his time to enjoy himself.