Bearclaw Valley icewo[m]an

His touch did little to smolder the flame within. In fact, it caused it to grow. But it was satisfying, in some way. As though it were required, a part of what might help... He followed, and Ikkalrok's earthy gaze took in all that was around them. Did he know this place well? What were the places with the best vantage points? Where was the herd they might follow and track? Her nose flared to take in the scents of the wilds, though none but for Revui's kept her attention for very long. The Tartok womans tail waved, no doubt the fragrant scent of her tossed like a bouquet for him to catch; she was aware, suddenly, of what it was she truly wanted to do.

Nevermind the tour. What had possessed her was what likely possessed every strong woman; it was her time. His as well, now that she had found him. Bridging the gap between them, Ikkalrok moved to groom his shoulders again, tongue laving against the skin, feeling the muscles there just beneath as his she parted through his summer coat with her rough administrations. Touch seemed to help, she found.