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Xan had lost himself to the motions, his body acting even without commands from his mind. And even though he was aware enough to realize what he was doing, he couldn't bring himself to care. It felt right, so it couldn't possibly be wrong; of course, he'd have quickly said that he was forced into it anyways if spotted by someone that he knew. He'd wondered, briefly, if this was how things were always meant to be. If he'd been taking an interest in the wrong type of wolves all this time, but it had been soon that the theory was discarded. He knew he'd had feelings for someone else, that he'd been attracted to her, but what he currently felt seemed so much better than that.

Her whine had encouraged him, his pace increasing only to eventually slow. For a moment or two longer, he'd continued just like that, rocking against her before having come to a complete stop. Still, though, he'd remained there just long enough to pull at her scruff once more, only to unmount directly after. He'd slumped over, panting, but did not move away from her body. Words could not be formed, nor did he think them necessary. Strange as it was for him to admit it, he'd found something that seemed to resonate with him, and wasn't interested yet in leaving it. Xan wanted more, as much as he could get, for he knew not how long he'd be made to go without encountering someone like her again. "Do you have anywhere to be?" he'd eventually found his voice just long enough to ask, speaking between breaths. Thoughts of his family and the home that he was soon supposed to return to were no longer present within his mind, the stranger having stolen all of his senses away.