Bearclaw Valley If love is a joke, then use me ruthlessly

she felt it too, the rush of hormones, and although it was early still in her heat she felt the pull of his presence calling to her.  it had never been this way before; men had always pushed themselves on her and as her alpha, she nearly expected her companion to do the same.  his probing muzzle came at no surprise but his reluctance grabbed her attention through the haze.

what?

almost naturally, her tail swung out of his way and she backed against him, an appeasing whine escaping from her throat as she felt a pleasant buzzing where he brushed against her.