Blackfeather Woods awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock

When Maegi summoned him, Ramsay was awkwardly balls deep—literally—in a huge overturned mushroom cap pressed against a log deep in the forest. What the fuck, you might be inclined to say, and what the fuck indeed. But he really couldn't help it, especially with how distinctly fleshy mushrooms were. Ever since Parvati, Ramsay's hormones had been running rampant, returning him to a time when he had ineffectually rubbed his little pecker on a dead bird due to stress and wondered why it made him feel weird. Except now he was a grown wolf, and this habit was more productive; it wasn't the same as Parvati and took a lot more effort on his part, but humping random things did the trick eventually.

Except Maegi called, interrupting him, and he had to leave unsatisfied. Grumbling and shaking out his hind legs until he was a bit more presentable, the Morta cast his mushroom one last glance, marking its location so he might return later, then trotted off into the woods. He followed several game trails toward the north, where her howl had come from, and found her much nearer the borders than he expected her to be. Except... Ah, yes, that was where he normally could be found, so who could blame her?

Yes? he asked, pressing forward to meet her head on.