Wapun Meadow Wakooli

He watched her plant herself on the ground and his hungry strides increased in length until he drew alongside her. She wriggled herself in the flowers, releasing their heady aromas and her own as well. His tongue swept over his lips as he stood stiffly beside her prone form, passing only a moment in waiting before lowering his snout to inspect her more closely.

He began at the corners of her mouth, probing and licking some form of submissive acceptance of her presence while also establishing what counted to the primal beast as a claim. Slowly, mindful of her reactions and readying himself to dance away at any moment should things turn ugly, the male began to trail his nose down the side of her face toward her neck, and should she allow him, he would inspect her breast and belly as well, sniffing for any sign of illness or injury in the female he had selected.