Phoenix Maplewood tryst

irresistible indeed. merrick stooped at once and dragged a thick mouthful of the muck into his jaws. the dirt grit between his teeth; he grimaced a bit, but in the next moment a trickle of juice through the mud reminded him why he had done it. 
deciding not to think over his actions too deeply, as always, merrick continued with tail waving at his haunches until he was full. 
knowing it would turn to sickness, and welcoming the dull ache in his belly, the coywolf pondered his companion. "what's your name?" and so on and so forth, until merrick came away gleeful and sickened and exhausted.