Meadowlark Prairie Retreat into your mind

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It takes Gavriel a few seconds to register the distress of the female—aside from being in heat and out in the open, of course—but eventually she makes a sound that draws him in. Her scent, by this point, is overwhelming, and his body is giving him all the answers and motions. Enveloped in the warmth, he's still oblivious to the wolf stalking in the grass somewhere but the woman's response is enough to refocus his own concern. 

He inches closer upon the invitation and licks at her chin with a reassuring whine in hopes to calm her down. The large male will only press so far. It surprises him how much his mind flickers to Gyda and the children he helped produce, Drageda's first Dragons and he had a penis paw in it. The thought alone causes him to puff up a little more, as if the dark woman would know his legacy through touch alone. 

"I'm Gavriel," he murmurs into the space by her ear once he preens gently through her fur, then moving down her neck and shoulder. His darkened gaze travels the length of her body to his destination but his movements remain slow, so not to spook her, and his tail lashes eagerly back and forth behind him. Gavriel moves downward still, as far as the other will allow.