Redhawk Caldera [m] Clothes off

With one several final thrusts, their dance was done, and Fox panted heavily in the aftermath. She groaned slightly as he sloughed off of her, twisting around as he turned to face the other direction. It was, perhaps, the strangest of all the parts of this ritual, but a necessary one. If she'd known anything about evolution, she would have been angry with the way things had turned out for canines. Really, why did they have to be physically attached at their most sensitive parts immediately after the best part? The world may never know...

Peregrine's question caused her ears to fan backwards, and she smirked. Fox wondered if he was going to ask for another round with talk like that. "I did," she replied, though she kept away the fact that it had only been momentary. "I think I'll probably just be totally up front about what I want next time I see her," she mused, thinking aloud. "Actually, how do you feel about other ladies. I mean, do I have to ask for each one?" What if there was just the right time in the right place? Could Fox act on instinct, or did things always have to be planned out (a little) in advance?