Whitebark Stream when that strange shape drove suddenly betwixt us and the Sun [mtr.]

He felt content, truly, for the first time since her approach, about what was sure to follow. It wasn't that he feared intimacy but quite the opposite - Artyom simply wished to let her see how he intended to treat her throughout the duration of her heat. For as long as she was receptive, he would do his best to see that she was cared for. He promised to defend her from rogues who might see fit to have her to themselves during such a vulnerable time, and never stray far from her should she have need of him.

Now, after assuring her that his wants for her did not at all lie with the relief she could provide him for as long as her enticing aroma lured him in, Artyom was ready to deliver. To her questioning croon came the answer she'd been waiting for, wordless, as he trailed his muzzle through sterling fur to rest his chin at her withers. His mount came swiftly from the side, ribcage nestling snugly at the small of her back as sleek forelimbs found purchase around her athletic waist where he held her to his undercarriage.

All the while he rumbled softly, eager to express his affection, and with one smooth motion he aligned his hips to hers and brought their bodies together in a connection that would forever change their lives.