Qeya River maybe on the dark side, we could be together

He roused a sleeping giant within her. Sangilak romped roughly, but each step she took and ever blow she struck caused her to stand all the taller, until they were finished. She veritably glowed in his presence, panting loudly and watchful of him. His nose found her cheek, and she was unthinking as she returned the gesture with a bit more boldness, a bit more of need. An ancient primal urge was at play, and yet it was only in its approach and had yet to arrive. It would mark her a woman, this thing; but as she was not yet one, Sangilak also felt the need to take two steps away from him, a strange mix of bold and coy, recognizing the song but not knowing it; desiring the dance, and yet indolent.