Wild Berry Meadow Seasons Pt.2

Their contact was brief, but enough to send the filly into a series of breathy movements and for Tide to feel a strange tingling sensation ripple down the entirety of his pelt. Lust. He didn't need sight for a surge of yearning to set his crotch afire. Still, the words of the Storm came back to him; a vague myth of reality in his fantastical moment. With a low chuff, he set the warnings aside, instinct infiltrating whatever simplistic thoughts remained as his body felt for her fur as she drifted off.

"Ah, allow me to!" he quipped, senses alive as he trotted after her. Like any young bachelor, the odd sir found it exceptionally hard not to resist her temptations; letting his urges drive his movements rather than relying on experience as the duo neared the treeline.

Since Tide is just over 18 months, he can technically father pups. Whether or not it'd be a success, things to do with Streiter, I'll leave it up to you!