Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Atlantic

Tuwawi was cast into the deepest of slumbers, once sleep had managed to claim her. It was a dreamless rest, but one that had been more satisfying than any before it. Soft touches issued from her husband roused the flame, to greet the grey morning which had befalling Swiftcurrent. No sign of the blood moon remained, having been chased away by the hazy sun, but the results of the night still laid heavy upon Tuwawi's figure. Her hair was rife with cowlicks, messier than usual from their active night, and her lids fought to stay closed to help mend her sore, virgin body. The couple hadn't even managed to make it back to their den, but the soft loam was still warm where Njal had laid. She coiled away from her mate's touch to greedily assume his spot, not quite ready to greet the dawn. One sleepy eye cracked open to see him standing and waiting, equally flushed but eager to continue their escapades.

They knew no limits, passion unlocked. Njal's virility attracted her, but still her body resisted. She turned over onto her back, supine in position as her limbs stretched out in either direction before folding back to her chest. Ruddy tailed coiled against her belly as one paw reached out to him, tongue licking her nose as she roleplayed the submissive pet. "Mm, come back to bed," she murmured, voice cracking at the strain of creating words. They were quite possibly the first she had uttered since Njal's arrival, and marked the exchange from purely instinctual lovemaking into a more sentient and sensual experience.