Ravensblood Forest passionflower ibex

he had recovered, or would have, was it not for her sultry voice with its cotton-candy insinuations. Cas turned to look into Behati's face, a mixture of shock written onto his features -- all the time? it happened to her? "you -- i thought," he struggled, clearly both intrigued and frightened by the idea. "you -- get, uhum, you get ... hard ... too?"

because obviously that was what she meant and nothing else. and Cas, with his negative zero knowledge of female anatomy, was more than happy to believe that female wolves also got embarrassing hardnesses down south. he stared into her pretty eyes, relieved that she completely knew what was going on. Behati got it.