Wapun Meadow the bicameral mind

she was willing, and he was excited - beyond recognition of himself and only a husk of the tactful beast he typically was. he would not have fought for this she-wolf, but no other male stood by to claim her, and more than this she seemed receptive to him; a heather-gray moth irrefutably drawn to the alpha's flame. and the king could not flush himself of her magnetizing scent - not when she had yet to repel him.

"i would rather show you," the prowler rumbled, coming up eagerly to her hindquarters with anticipatory wags of his own tail, seeking to gingerly stick his nose where the sun didn't shine. he wondered how much she would want to "play around" first, but his thoughts for the future didn't seem to go beyond that.

...though it turns out she was just a tease, and rebuffed him before he could go much further with her. the silver goddess swept away from him, and he spent the better part of the afternoon tracking slowly after her, but in the end he returned home empty-pawed and with balls as blue as the sky.