Blacktail Deer Plateau Smashing pumpkins

Fin snorted with laughter at the look on Peregrine's face upon the prospect of growing lady parts of his very own to play with. She rolled her eyes fondly and peered down at the mess at her paws. When her alpha set to work on cleaning his subordinate up, she figured she probably ought to help him--it was her coat after all--and began to nibble at the bits she could reach on her shoulders after thanking him. It really didn't taste all too bad. It was stringy and mushy with seeds that seemed to exist only to get lodged in your teeth, but not hugely unpleasant when you looked past it.

"I wonder how long they keep off the vine," Fin said as they began making plans for them, "It hasn't been cold enough for a frost yet, but I suspect we're getting there based on the look of the trees. Another couple of weeks maybe." She paused thoughtfully, studying the remaining shell that she hadn't demolished when ripping the vine out of her pumpkin. After a moment, she leaned down and stuck her muzzle into the long, tubular pumpkin and lifted her head carefully, making sure that it didn't slip off.

Fin turned slowly to look at her alpha, her muzzle completely covered by the gourd. She said nothing, didn't laugh or smile, just gave him a look as though she were doing nothing out of the ordinary, wanting only to see how he would react to her new mask.

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