Little Goat Mountain transient

He enters her and she groans, tensing against the assault. His teeth grind into her shoulder and she clenches her jaw, making a low guttural sound against the pain. Maybe this will be the time he kills her but something doesn’t sit well in her stomach. With her season—and his mating—there is more for him to torture her with. Her mind flashes briefly to the Other wolf but it doesn’t linger. Eventually he lets go of her shoulder, relief coursing through despite the pain on all other aspects of her body. Wet tongue grazes the back of her neck and she can feel the heavy weight of drool against her fur. Blood and saliva cakes her fur from weeks of abuse and now, despite her want for an end, will likely continue for weeks to come.