Ravensblood Forest the long rain

The void swallowed everything around it as it moved, and then suddenly it had veered her way, having noticed her there without scarcely a breath uttered between them. The virile colossus inked towards her, a shadow drawn to the fire, and she did not refrain from letting the fur of her spine raise apprehensively as he neared. It was an understandable knitting of tension, the purest of reactions that came instinctively in the presence of such a predator. The display was only a message, really:

I bite back.

He came forth fearlessly still, and she thought the void might swallow her whole, except that he left her with the barest of space between them, holding his head level to a bridge of broad shoulders. The warmth of him was avaricious as it touched her face through the drizzle. It traveled along her neck and then down her spine to the base of her tail, easing her anxious fur flat again. She looked into his face, and found his masculine features through the blackness, his dark eyes the lightest part of him, even though they held no kindness in them.

Amnesty did not wish to lose her life, but she was not afraid; she explored him freely, exhaling in a testing fashion beside his ear, before searching the side of his neck— grazing him only with her breath— and extending herself to him in exchange, as she tentatively sought to travel the length of his body, if he did not refuse.