Shy Deer Steppes No, I'll never make it out alive

He had awoken in a foul mood, with a headache that had kept him up most of the night. He didn't know why his head hated him at the moment but he just wanted the pain to stop, the pounding to stop. It was brutal and felt endless and it was in that moment that the sandy male decided he needed a distraction.

Anything would do. Hunting, swimming, fucking, anything to get his mind off the pain that tortured him. So he wandered in search of entertainment and not long after looking he found himself staring at a stranger, beautiful as can be. She was his antidote and the male was quick to approach, his intentions still unclear. All that mattered was that she could save him from his suffering.