Moonspear fro[m] here to eternity

He didn't need to say anything. A hungrily sharp nose and tipped ear had built the anticipation more, and soon, she looked away from the moon and turned her head just right to watch him arrive. It only took a second to adjust as she studied him a long moment, keen.. pleased, and yearning for the company she would only allow from him. He had long since proven to her that he could rise to such an occasion, and that he was worth it. By now, the proof lay powerfully true in their surviving daughters and son—on the whole: fierce, fast, alive, and thriving. Although not without their misses, she was hard-pressed to ignore the beauty and strength of her successors who were good.

His determined look certainly did not go unnoticed by her and it had her sliding up to her feet instantly into a slow, soft prance. Invitingly, she tossed her head. Ame was sensitive towards him, yet comfortable and confident, more so now than ever with him here for her behold, and arced her tail to show this. She was no stranger to any of this, and knew how it was, what these wants meant—what nature would have of her, of them, their pack, and before the rush could catch her, she exhaled a long sigh when she reached his white fur. Such touch sent her snaking against him, pliable, and easy. Everything that bothered her was further away than ever.

The moon was so big. How could she not.

Spring would come soon.. of this, somehow, she wanted to be certain. It had to be true. Her teeth combed eagerly through the fur on his neck, down to his chest until she moved to bump her shoulder against his when the rest of her fell sidelong against him. She would have all of later to tease, taunt, and play more because she knew that he was hers, and that he would humor her mischief in this; he would know the value in it by now, and the need she'd stake in the days to come as all of this deepened, then grew stronger. This had only started but she wasn't wasting any time.