Shadowwyn Moor its the soul that needs the surgery

His guilty mind was pushed aside as the cinnamon agouti man maintained himself to be purely in the moment. His creamy paws thrummed against the ground, and his large strides, while not as agile as hers, were at least closing distance between the two.

He did not know what to do when he caught her -- how he would break the spell between them. But as puffs of air coiled about him in the air, the sleek female before him grew ever closer, and with a playful lunge, the male made to nip gingerly at her tail and hind limbs.