Duskfire Glacier Drag me under

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Primal instinct ruled with an iron fist, its absolute rein commanding those below it to listen and obey, and Rye was listening. He could feel the rough, unrestrained shift in directive as he inhaled the air around him. The scent beckoned him to follow, luring him in with unspoken promises, it grew thicker and stronger as he closed in on the bewitchment. Into the cavern he slid, his eyes catching Tzila by the waterfall delighting in its sprits of water. A long, guttural exhale announced his arrival, if she did not already know, and though he breathed out her scent clung to his nose, further enchanting Rye. "Tzila." He breathed out, slowly approaching her with fierce interest etched into his eyes. He didn't hide his intent, his nose wondered where it was allowed and his gaze occasionally locked onto the females features. This was not his first female in heat experience, he knew what gripped her and he was there to sate all her needs.