Wapun Meadow When her body's on mine I do not say no

He responded to her with a furious wag of his tail. She longed for him, though less so than she did her first and second; her heat was waning. But she wanted him nonetheless, responding to his gentle nip with a quick lick on his muzzle. She turned, moving away from him but not as far as she was before, her tail still curved over her back, letting her scent fill the air.