Twisted Slough You've never seen a bastard orphan [m]ore in need of a break

She murmured half coherent words of content as the tie between them swelled and locked them together. Potema's paws gently battered the ground, similar to the male's. His nervous tugging annoyed her, but she tolerated them, knowing that it was fruitless to try pulling them apart. She waited, the silence not as awkward as with her first time.

After a few moments, they parted, and Potema sat, licking at her groin for a few moments before turning to the staring wolf. Is something wrong? She asked curiously, a bit unnerved by his blank expression.