Wild Berry Meadow hold your ground

Beast of the deserts he was not, but whatever type of man he was, Ramsay was wholly prepared to prostrate himself before this ambrosial woman of the gods. He twisted back to see if she was following and his heart beat faster to know she was. For a time he streaked across the fields, leading her on a chase while his head swam with want for her, and after what felt like forever, he pivoted sharply and headed back toward her. Provided she didn't dart away immediately, he would attempt to press his blunt snout into the fur of her flank as he sidled alongside her, legs stiff as her scent in close proximity made his belly tighten with need.

It didn't feel like the chase was over, though. Of course, Ramsay had never done this before, so what did he know? He was expecting her to take off at any second, denying him touch and play and prolonging the hunt. That was if she didn't outright reject him. In what little breadth of time he might have, Ramsay attempted to lift up and hook his legs across her shoulders in a flirtatious manner, seeking the tender flesh behind her ear with preening lips as he did so. His body thrummed strangely along with his heartbeat.