Blackfeather Woods where nameless things live out of sight

He watched Parvati slip into the black embrace of the woods as he loped along in her wake, hungrily drinking in her scent as he went. He almost couldn't stand it; there was an urgent pull in his blood to reach her now, one that demanded he pick up the pace. He only reined himself in when he descended into the shadows himself. Here he was in his element, for although he could never be half the sneak his father and brother were, Ramsay was well practiced in stealth.

So he crept along, following Parvati's telltale aroma through the forest. He was almost upon her position when she loosed a low warble that set all of his nerves alight. That sound chased the last of his practicalities from him, reducing him to a beast with only one goal. He padded from the shadows near her flank with a quiet snort, eyes burning as he greedily drank in the sight of her. If he could appreciate such things he might recognize her beauty, but instead the only thing he recognized was the way she made his loins flare.

Ramsay was no great romantic, gifted with the patience for foreplay; he wanted her and he wanted her now. So he wasted no time in rounding Parvati and making a first attempt to rise up and hook her hips into his extremely awkward grasp, provided she allowed him.