Dawnlark Plains here we are again pretending [m]

Chest heaving in the wake of their second coupling, Reek kept his body strewn across Tavi's back as he struggled to regain his breath. His sorrows were lost in a sea of satisfaction: Saena and the Maplewood felt to be a distant thing. The wolf below him, however, felt entirely more real— tangible. "Goddamn," he rumbled in Tavi's ear, self-satisfied with sensation. Of course, Reek enjoyed the sex. His own physical desires had won out in an internal war over his own family; Tavi emerging the victor.

Eventually, after the connection joining them at the hip abated, Reek slunk off of his lover's back and rounded her side. His affections did not cease. Lost in her, Reek planted several nips and licks on Tavi's flank and neck. There was so much that needed to be discussed, but Reek couldn't help himself from carrying on for just a little bit longer.

With a mouthful of Tavi's fur, Reek finally broke the silence between them.  "Tav?" he whispered, garnering her attention. "I—" he exhaled. "I can't go back to the Maplewood."