Redtail Rise not now mom, i'm busy being GAY on the INTERNET

Aviana gives her freedom to... what? To do what she want? To mate? There is only so much her instinct will lead her and though she’s encouraged onward, she doesn’t know what to do. She barely understands what’s happening to the other woman’s body and why it makes her feel the onslaught of anticipation. One paw lifts and she scoots forward an inch, unable to fight the urge to fidget. ”I don’t know what to do,” she whines, lifting a little off the ground and sitting back down a beat later. 

Anxiety starts to slither into her chest that she tries to fight off. What does she know about the stranger, sitting so close? A hunger grows in her belly that shies away from all comprehension, a language too foreign for her to translate anything but want.