Blackfeather Woods where nameless things live out of sight

A part of her, still somewhat cognizant of her condition and situation, felt penned in, trapped. Her blood ran hot in her veins and picked up the added spice of anxiety as she paced, but the bestial side of her - the deeply rooted fire that burned inside - wouldn't let her escape this fate. She called again, feeling the chill in the air as the shadows crossed over her, and suddenly he was present -- this unfamiliar canid shape, rounding upon her --

--- grabbing at her, forcing their bodies to align --- 

Parvati huffs a breath, croons, struggles against the strange sensation of the man at her hips (but she is burning) tries not to stagger or stumble (wants him, wants to run, wants to stay and burn until there is nothing left) and arches her back in to him, wanting wanting wanting.