The Heartwood heart to heart

She was right, something had happened between them that seemed to be on the right track. With practice, he thinks, they could overcome their very apparent lack of insight into how the whole thing was supposed to feel. He nods at her request, internally more than eager to go at it again at the earliest convenience. Perhaps, if he -- and she -- were daring enough, he would sneak her into the dark woods where at least there, some unfortunate soul wouldn't accidentally stumble across them in the act. 

Devilishly, Vaati draws his tongue across her muzzle sharply before she can help it, knowing the act would either bother her or sexually frustrate her even further. "You know where to find me." He says so and saunters away rather victoriously as if he had achieved something in the minutes of aimless dry humping. As he walks in return to the dark woods, he wonders if she would pursue the same relations with other men. Likely so. Vaati isn't sure how he feels about that. He isn't in the business of contracting any diseases, nevermind sharing his toys with others. The idea of an inferior class of man mounting her in the manner he did unsettles him and a low grumble releases from his chest; not that Alya could hear it. The yearling is a possessive creature by nature, something that could not and would not be helped.