Wheeling Gull Isle don't be cautious, don't be kind

Many moons ago, although it felt like lifetimes, she had played this game with Xan.  She remembered now and it rolled over her in ugly waves that no matter how terrible her time has been in the Valley had been that she missed her husband and her babies.

All of a sudden, this wasn't fun anymore.  She locked her forepaws around his hips and nipped halfheartedly at his scruff (much like a male would take a female in season, as that was how she had remembered it) before she rolled off of him and into the sand, her ears set back as if she had done something wrong.

Had she?  She did not love Rokig in the way she had loved Xan, and now she wondered if their play had been perverse.  Heat crept into the high rise of her cheekbone as she matched his whine and then made to stand.