Swiftcurrent Creek Grace (or lack thereof)

Thank you, the flustered female thought, relieved that Bones was around to play the - legitimately - naive party. She tried to keep her expression casually interested, as if what Tuwawi was about to share as something she was already well-versed in.

But Bones was a Tortuga lass, and them's not shy folk.

Bazi's jaw clenched so tight that she could hear her teeth groan and creak under the pressure. She looked like someone that had just been punched in the gut and wasn't doing a very good job of hiding the fact. Red rocket in the pink socket? So that meant.. that thing in the other thing .. so basically, penis?

She'd had some inkling (there are only so many body parts, and Bazi wasn't entirely stupid), but it had seemed so ludicrous. Why would you do that voluntarily - and for what had sounded like hours? It took every ounce of self control not to make a face at the mere prospect of having carnal knowledge of some musty, clumsy ... man-creature.

But this was from a wolf who had never experienced the needy heat of being in season - and even she, who had yet to flower, was still very curious about the whole thing.

"Was that.. your first time?" she managed a split second after Bones, and nodded to show that she too was curious to know if the Creek would soon be home to squealing babes. Both wolves turned to Tuwawi now, waiting for juicy details - even if Bones totally knew everything about sex already, this was no Tortuga mating-fest.

They talked long into the night.