Redsand Canyon Hope

The she-wolf knows what she's doing, tempting Donovan in the ways of a female. She loves the thrill, the power she feels when she has him so wrapped around her paw. A shiver runs down her spine, frazzling her fur as the wolf-dog traps her. But he won't be getting anything from her. She's in it for the long haul. 

"With or without her?" For just a moment she feels a deep sorrow for Nemisis. "I want to carry your legacy, but I am not like her. When you are ready, then so will I be." She brushes her tail up his outter thigh, resting it on his hip. Her jaw tips back to give the male more access, before she suddenly grasps hold of Donovan's scruff, attempting to tip him to sit on his back.