Porcupine Ridge Seasong saints

His ears fell. It was apparent to him that she did not understand what was happening, and he could only assume this was her first time experiencing estrus. Still, he did not want her to feel ashamed for it, and he was not upset at her for coming of age.

She drew near again, reaching forward to sniff at his chest, and he had to steady his breath as it started to waver. The pale delta had been tempting enough, but after spending a week with his senses tantalized and his body lusting, being exposed to such allure again so soon made it that much more difficult. But his resolve was steel, and he shook his head, reluctantly stepping back from back after a quick lick to the top of her head. One he had not intended but had been unable to stop.  

"No no," he said. "You've done nothing wrong. You're just..." he shifted his mouth. He never had to talk to anyone about this sort of thing before. So his suave composure made room for awkwardness. "You're in heat." There, he said it. "I can't run with you because..." His voice fell into a quiet murmur, matched with a shifting expression that was trying desperately to restrain a sheepish chuckle. "I might get too excited."