Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Atlantic

As Njal backpedaled, Tuwawi hurriedly followed. She slipped from their den into the scarlet evening, the moon large and omnipotent against its velvet canvas. The color it cast shifted the earth's mood; and even the soft creams and tan's of her own hair blended to become a singular flame. No longer was she a demure wife, but a primal animal visceral in nature, standing before her blood-bonded mate. Even though the pair were secular creatures, Tuwawi could not help but feel her senses heightened by the red midnight hour. The dewy taste of air... the pungent musk of virile man and fertile woman... and the sound of her husband's beating heart coursing with lust.

Her mate's svelte figure caressed her starboard side, growling voice rippling with promiscuous whispers. Despite his past injuries, Njal felt more robust and powerful than ever before; hungry for her entirety in every way. Tuwawi became completely entranced, aroused by his dominant display and wanting to be taken by a man so bold. Her voice growled, tone bubbling, as her stiff tail waved with an even cadence. She would not deny him these desires, for Tuwawi was voracious as well, and so her feet remained fixed as his weight was set upon her, the tip of his chin planted onto the small of her back.

A wild rush of a new sensation, mixed with copious adrenaline, spiked in her bloodstream as Njal rested above her. For a moment she considered dancing away to perpetuate her emotional high, wanting this intense feeling to remain but too desirous to do it. Instead, Tuwawi's hair spiked as her narrow face turned slightly to look behind, only a sliver of grey eyes catching Njal's grizzled shoulder. Their size difference was apparent now, with her petite figure dwarfed beneath her mountainesque partner. Yet, the smaller flame endured his weight well, able limbs spreading to more evenly accept his hold.