Porcupine Ridge keep it in your pants, son

Saghani watched him, each change a match striking against flint within her soul. But she would not be averred from her task, not after their consummation! He did not come against her, or charge toward her to send her off, and so Saghani was as rooted to this place as the mountains were for the time. His question was regarded and rolled off of her shoulders, and she looked to him then, confounded by the words which she interpreted, and which she felt must be rhetorical. He had submitted to her, he had appealed to her, he had courted her swiftly and she had answered the feral call he had instigated. 

She stepped toward him gingerly, still smelling of him completely, as he smelled of her, and moved to reach her muzzle toward him, toward his chin. We are mated, came her gravelly voice, thick and rough in its disuse. I am with you— Yellow eyes panned toward his own, watchful of his expression. You know this. After all, she was still standing here because of it.