Ocean's Breath Plateau Army of One

Aiolos heard her words, heard the name of her homeland by the sea. He had not heard of it before, would have talked to her, asked further, but his attention had been lost elsewhere, unable to pull himself out from it. 

She whimpers, and he growls. He knew he could get in trouble for this. No ceremony had been made. No Siren Queen had blessed the reunion and she was not a Nereides blooded woman of their island. But they were not on the island were they? Since Kalika had abandoned them, their wasnt any Siren Queen for their Sirensong? The only thing that was left for the pawful of islanders that remained was memories of a past long behind them, of shadows that were faded by the light of a new day...

She rubbed against him, nipping and nuzzling along his jawline and nap. His tail rose high like a banner, waving dominantly, an act which he had never before displayed before a woman. He had lost his good boy behavior. Aphrodite, Goddess of love and pleasure, with the pur of her words caused Aiolos to be lost to her this day. 

His fiery coat presses himself into her quivering form. His muzzle burrowing itself into the rusty brown and black furs of her nape until he finds hold to her flesh, biting down and tugging playfully. His creamy sides heavy in and out, his breath heightened as he lifted over her, gripping her roughtly with his forelimbs on either side of her. His tail tucks down then, as though in another means to secure his hold of her.

And he pauses there, stopping a moment before going further. He would preen the soft furs at the base of her ears, reach to lick at her cheek. And then, when he was certain she could not wait any longer, when she was quivering with drive, Aiolos would take the plunge. 

AAANNNNDD .... Fade into all the dirty wolf breeding actions.