The Floodlands Hold Me, Love Me, Stay With Me [m?]

She'd only just pushed from feeling dirty and cleaning herself to mindlessly enjoying the feel of the water when a voice called out on the wind, and Amber knew the scent he was referring to was none only but herself-maybe this would be easier than she thought, finding someone to help her raise a family. 

The femme pulled herself onto more solid ground, her water-darkened obsidian fur slicked to her well-padded body and each movement more than highly visible under the dying rays of the sun. The young mans plead touched her heart, but she would have went to him even had he only said hello. The handsome, smoky grey male she was presented with seemed worth it, and she strode forward with head raised and tail curled over her back in confidence. 
                 "It's called heat, young man - didn't your parents ever teach you about a woman's heat?" 
Her voice was silky and warm, but echoed across the floodlands-he would hear and find her direction.