Hell

As he licked at her face, she nipped at his tongue without ever trying to capture it. Stop. Stop. Too hot. Too much. She growled, even; but as he stopped, Tonravik reciprocated aggressively, a true testament to how her moods shifted in quick succession. But once she was done, she drew a foreleg up and moved to press her broad paw against his face to shove him away. Of course, two minutes later, as he looked to her proudly, the leader reached out to pull him close again.

There was no grace at all in this for her, but she handled it. She was less becoming than ever, and ten times more aggressive. It was for this reason she stayed here. The demon-bear-cub-spawn within propelled her to launch at the face of any she did not know and tear it from them.

Her cubs moved again during this fantasy, and the mother-to-be took this as approval.