Duskfire Glacier [m] one human, one Made,

A whirlwind of emotions caressed him fervently, anticipation bit at the ends of his fur, and anxiety told him to slow down but perplexation locked him close to the cream-colored female. She seemingly reveled in his physical affection, his heart raced readily in a frenzied excitement as her body gave him permission to continue. Her quivers enticed the male to be dauntless with his next move, meticulous soft kisses placed where he could plant them as Imaq drew her muzzle across his chest, avoiding his wound. Her affection sent ripples throughout him, sharp, multitudinous waves of rapture ricocheted in his body. Imaqs voice pulled him lightly from his rapture, her mother tongue was almost completely lost to Rye but it didn't take much thought to know, and feel, that she agreed to his company. Though he knew she did well by then. As Imaq parted, it left his chest yearning for her return, desperately wanting the attentive friction back. The urge to chase the contact was strong, its long digits wreathed their way around the males self control and patience, testing them greatly.  
Only when the female motioned to aspen shelter did his urges slink into irrelevance. Rye broke the silence with a reposeful hum of agreement, his legs moved him quickly, only a few paces towards her desired location but he stopped himself. His head glanced to her, his posture lax and inviting. Rye hinted at his wishes with the wave of his head towards his body, golden eyes imploring her to follow suit. The bicolored male wanted her at his side as they walked, desires of the heart for something more than meaningless actions. Still, he would follow her every lead, no matter what it could lead into.