my name is death [M]

The alpha female reached for him as he drew away, but stilled as she followed his line of movement. Her ears perked and she licked blood away from her own nose, and as he nosed at her tail she willingly complied in moving it aside. The woman was insatiable in most every thing, but had never felt lust out of season; but there was nothing to the alpha female that felt wrong or out of place in their coupling. She steadied herself beneath him, turning to nip him into movement.

And move he did, as deft as he was here as he was on the battlefield. Tonravik was an eager recipient of this savagery, with only one of their many present victories surrounding them. She relished in their success in each movement; he would know it.