Blacktail Deer Plateau lyrebird

ooh la la~

She pivoted on slim silvery pillars, and Xerxes found himself suddenly, briefly faced with the budding curves of her hindquarters. Diplomatic though he was, the Persian felt a knife of lust cut through him; he had left his wives and concubines behind, and while Nita was a match in passions both traditional and deviate, he would never cease his unending desires for new experiences with new women. A small smile flickered briefly to life upon his lips, and he moved to Koontz's side, dipping his head respectfully to her. Alpha or not, she was still female, and Xerxes could not conceive of walking behind her, though he wisely kept these anarchic thoughts to himself, instead training his eyes on the sights before the pair. "Park?" he politely inquired, ears cupping toward Koontz; the word was unfamiliar, and Xerxes thirsted for new knowledge almost as much as he desire feminine company. "I do not think I have heard that before. Is it a name for land?" the ruddyfurred man continued, attempting to at least understand its context.