Cricket Creek Bog Nocturnal animals.

With the ginger driven off, the wolf could turn his full attention upon the woman. He did not wait while Kiwi floundered and fled — his body shifted to tend to Towhee, bristling all over and full of aggressive energy after the tiny spat. The only result of having the ginger try to separate the two fo them was, he wanted her all the more. And having won her, Yellowbelly felt entitled to his spoils. A part of him did not know what to do — thankfully for both of them, he was being driven by his more primal instincts, and his lizard brain was in full control. She had been offering herself up before the quarrel so it was easy to assume she'd be shoving her rear in to his face like a pregnant cat; he welcomed any such behavior, crooning at her, rumbling deep in his chest as he advanced, no longer impeded.