Bearclaw Valley icewo[m]an

Having never experienced it, Ikkalrok could not put a name upon what it was she wanted. Ikkalrok mimicked his movements, long, blood-stained incisors revealed. But like him, there was nothing behind it. No verve, no intent. Ikkalrok continued to move them, nose flush with his hip as she dragged her body against him. More flames, which she enjoyed. She too thought that perhaps a spar was what she needed; it had been too long.

And so, hellishly, she moved to nip at his heel. Ikkalrok did not retreat from there as she swung her hips away and moved in a lazy half-rear to throw her weight against him, though it was all very lazily done. No real violence, only the desire to engage him and incite him to move with her, as she did. Her tail waved, sign enough that she was all too willing to fall into any sort of game here. Not typically this playful, the season certainly teased it out of her... and so did he, this stranger.