Boartusk Heights cherrywine [m]

by the time that kynareth found her, teya had succumbed beneath the weight of her own tears, by turns angered on ibis' behalf and haunted on that of tambourine.
it was a tear-stained face she turned toward the brindled giant as he descended upon her, that infernal purr piercing teya through with a vibration. he encircled her; she hopped away and again, laughing despite herself.
but the sound was short; it was a desperate countenance that lifted from her coolwater eyes, and she was against his chest if he allowed, plucking at the plush hairs of his ruff as a low whine stuttered to death in her throat, lips lifting to as far as she could reach along him, urging kynareth in the way of a heat-stricken woman.
but teya was not seized by the season that had already passed her. only her own grief and frustration centering him before her gaze, wanting him to drag her roughly against stone or tree and for a time make her only forget.