Bramblepoint So[m]eone under stress meets someone looking pretty

Despite the hour, she was not alone in the Woods long. She turned to the chuff, smirking at the male's expression. Had she known the man before their encounter, she might have laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. But she said nothing, letting her body tell him anything. She feared speaking, wanting no ties with the men she could consort with during the duration of her head. They were nothing but the biological father of her children, never to be present in their lives...unless they somehow made their way into the Woods.

But that didn't concern her now. She approached him, closing the gap between them. She licked his muzzle, nuzzling down to his neck, her breath hitching as she got close.