Hideaway Strath gypsy girl, where have you been

Whrist barely glanced at her impromptu classmate still to ashamed to look at her or engage, she was however was invited to look Nyra over from her well formed muzzle, her eyes which at this moment seems warm and inviting, her muscular neck, strong shoulders, tapering to her feminine hips and long tail. Whrist could find no fault with Nyra’s body but for the lack of any color.

She narrowed her eyes trying hard to reign in on her rampant wildly ranging emotions, something she was finding harder and harder to do as of late.

She knew for a fact, for a damn clear fact Nyra’s weakness was not in her neck or shoulders, nor her power she wondered is she should try and go for the weakness since she was in a ready position but found herself swallowing against the remembered feel of those teeth clamped about her own throat.

She opened her mouth to speak but it took another moment for words to form as her gaze continued to search Nyra’s body. “Flanks, getting behind you, speed will get us there and keep us safer from your teeth” She pressed her teeth together hoping her answer might acceptable finding her desire to please Nyra surge from somewhere deep within