Blackfeather Woods and when she looked, what could i ail?

he was allowed, more than allowed; relmyna tilted her muzzle upward, throat vulnerable to a sudden slash of teeth she knew would not come, not from him. for there was more than affection in her heart, there existed a trust she had found for no other creature, for none had inspired it within her half as ardently.
she swallowed, trembling again suddenly, but desiring more from the tundrian, half-wondering if he would be repulsed by her want, or if he too pined for the same; was it right of her to need such things, still, still; oh! she cursed her thoughts and leant in to rake her own teeth through the fur along his throat.