Jade Fern Grove have you no idea you're in deep

gradually, she let go her reservations, stretching forward to catch hold of the base of his ear and preen it absentmindedly, curiously testing. something slid from her chest like a purr, a sound she had no immediate name for, but had her find her feet gracefully as she stood, ear forgotten as she peered back around toward the male. 

where his eyes were heavy, hers danced, as if challenging him, egging him on. the sound slid up her throat again, a rumble of sound, and she waited with gradually plummeting levels of patience.

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their union was quick and clean, for the most part, and some part of her was glad to have it over with, experienced. they parted when they could, and it was her that would eventually initiate the promised hunt, and when their paths parted it would be with blood-stained muzzles.