Redhawk Caldera [m] Pray, Montana

No picking! :P

He continued stalking through the breathless night, momentarily unaware that the hunter had become the hunted. Then a little breeze kicked up, soughing through the grass like a whisper and scattering leaves that made delicate scratchy noises as they tumbled together. These noises masked his mate's footsteps, though nothing stopped her scent from blustering into his nose. Peregrine stopped like he'd slammed into an invisible brick wall.

He turned, their eyes meeting even as his widened. "Your scent..." he said, tone colored by surprise quickly morphing into delight. He felt a tightening in his belly as he prowled toward Fox, suddenly more predatory in manner. He wasn't after meat, though. A different kind of lust pooled in his bloodstream.

He quipped in a sultry whisper, "Unexpected." But not unwelcome. With a breathy growl, the Alpha began to nose and lick his mate, a little rougher and more eager than usual as he brushed along her muzzle, her fine cheek bones, the curve of her neck...