Salted [m]

The smell clinging to his coat brought her back to Brightfish Cove. She could feel the cold sands under her paws as she circled him, predatory and raw. She could taste the sea spray on the air, and hear the cries of wheeling gulls overhead. The wolf she padded around was not Haunter, but Lecter, his white coat cast into Sos' shadow so that he appeared black to her eyes. Delirium consumed her and made it seem so real, she would never have questioned it, even though his base fur was pitch black. She knew this shadow enveloping him to be a sign, in her immense grief, that the Dark Bear would have them breed again, and would accept the children from their second coupling in lieu of the ones Jinx had lost.

"Lecter" met her with his own sensual growl, its sound enough to solidify the wild desire in her. It was driven by her need to please her God and her Shaman, unbridled lust in that sense, but it was also a knee-jerk reaction to losing something she hadn't realized was dear. Much like a grieving pet owner might seek to replace a lost pet, Jinx sought to replace the lost weight in her belly, the promise of Sos' favour, and Lecter's own approval. Her spine arched as his teeth found the side of her neck, until he shoved her away.

Her hackles bristled for a moment, indignant that he would refuse her, but "Lecter" swept forward to close the gap between them, meeting her with a fevered urgency she had never known in him before. "Lecter" must have wanted the same things she wanted. That realization pleased her immensely. Taking cues from his own rougher-than-usual behaviour, Jinx combed her teeth roughly through his fur, applying enough pressure surely to raked his flesh underneath, but her movements against him and a soft, purring groan in her throat revealed it was far from malicious. The scent of salt in his coat only furthered the illusion and drove her more crazy, until small whines poured from her lips for his ears only, pleading and begging.