Duskfire Glacier Drag me under

The cooling misty spray of the waterfall did its job, flinging water droplets onto the fine outer hairs of her coat. To it they clung like dozens of miniature crystals, enhancing her already irresistible appeal to any male onlooker. But the effect of the spray ended there. Even with the spray and colder air enveloping her, the warmth under her skin was just as intense as ever. Quivering with a frustrated grumble towards the ache under her tail, she seriously considered stepping into the pool beneath just to quell the hotness. Heck, even dragging her bottom over the floor of the glacier outside seemed a viable option at this point.

Behind her, a noise. Guttural and deep, laced with drunken desire and promise. She knew it well. Not the rasping tenor of Wintersbane, who captured her so. But the smooth voice of Rye, distinct in it's own way. She whirled around, silver eyes widened in surprise at his sudden arrival. "Rye..." She returned, moving a single step closer. His intent...his want was clear.

With his emergence before her came the perfect solution to her problems. He could take care of her need, here and now, tonight. Tzila may have already coupled with Wintersbane earlier, but her heat cycle had not yet ended. There was more that her body wanted. As she swept towards the agouti male, circling him loosely on light paws, she thought not of her previous year. Of how she had been so blind and unsure. With only Astaroth. Oh how things had changed now. This time, she knew what she wanted. She was gifted with the un-divided attention of not one, but two suitors. She was committed to neither, but had genuine feelings for both. Letting her carefully placed walls down, she brushed by his side. Letting him get a sample of her build and curves, before slipping away, just out of reach with a flickering tease of her tail.