Broken Antler Fen stonemoss

teya felt glimmerdown light and limned with a growing sensation of confidence. the foreign nature of it was something she chased as the other's teeth raked through her fur.
a burgeoning sense of want licking fire down her limbs.
teya kissed the soft roundness of the woman's face, her throat, her shoulder, not understanding the way her flesh seemed to alight in sparkling spires through belly and flanks.
she pressed their figures together, marveling at the delicate sculpting of the other, a low whine rising in her throat.