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

She hadn't realized the true size of the male until it was over. He was still on her back, too small to lift his leg over and turn, so that they were facing rear to rear. Her efforts in lapping his muzzle proved fruitless, so she resigned herself to simply turning back to try to look at his face. If his seed took, what would their pups look like? Was he thinking about the same thing? 

Indeed, she concurred. She wasn't sure how long the tie would last, only that it took a while, You've never done this before? She asked tentatively. His movements suggested that, but what did she know of mating?