Sun Mote Copse And They Become One Flesh [m?]

He was the moth and she was the flame, and he came to her. Yet, this was not the place of normal wolves. This was a place of religion, of rules. Ar-Khalba would not, could not, mount her without her willingness. He knew it was his place to wait to be beckoned or dismissed. His whine drew her attention, and she turned with smoldering eyes to behold him. Her mouth spread into a smile, a sigh of longing escaped her chest. She slowly moved towards him, her steps deliberate. 

"Ar-Khalba." She said, her voice whisper soft and burning with desire. "You asked if I would come to you when my time came, and I have." She stood before him now, watching him through her lashes. "We have mourned the children that have saved us, but now we must celebrate life. With Molech's blessing my womb too will be fruitful." She slowly spun before him, sending her scent directly in his direction but turning back before he could mount.

She smiled a wicked grin. "You must show me that you are worthy of my body, of my children." She knew, of course, that he was. This was simply foreplay, a challenge to egnite his soul. She reached out with her muzzle and snapped her teeth on the air near his face. Her body dropped into a bow and she released a low growl, though it emerged as more of a moan. She narrowed her eyes at him, waiting for his response before she was dashing away. Her fur sparked in the sun and weaved through the trees. She left behind only a trail of smoke, her heat scent. He would have to catch her to claim his prize.