Moonspear again in the glorious [m]asterwork of life

She freely let the selfishness take hold when she sank into his touch. To her, it was mostly about them only, and savoring the seasonal heights this old dance would bring them. For the moment, she was less concerned about what it may be in the times to follow. Although they had it all, it was going to be taken in stride by her regardless whatever did or did not come of this, and neither was this something she had planned to come upon already. Rich lands, freedoms, power, strength, and their line already secured through four thriving wolves, anything from here on out was just her being greedy—and how intrinsically right it felt to do so.

They'd been here before, and as in many things, they were evenly matched so it was almost second nature to her by now. She adjusted for his weight with a huff, then settled to arc into his grip with her tail aside as she curved into him. Eagerness twisted in her throat and she knew by now that he knew what he was doing, and what her body asked of him now.