Fairspell Meadow Fine mom

The coyote hunkered down as the wolf approached her. She then moved to a highly submissive pose, exposing her stomach to the male. She was not told to speak right away, so she kept silent. She stretched out her neck, exposing her neck to him. She gave a small whine, asking him to allow her to speak. She hadn't seen a male in a very long time. She closed her eyes, waiting to be scanned and sniffed. Her tail wagged softly, and she held a tiny grin. She thought her pelt was going to erupt in flames as he moved closer to her. She opened her eyes quickly to look at him, then shut them once again.