Bearclaw Valley [m] Increasingly common practise of grill parties and consensual cannibalism

Arielle's whispered words sent a thrill zinging through his belly and up to the tip of his tail. Mine, he crooned with a cheeky grin and a hearty thump of his tail. Aventus had no proclivity for romantics, unfortunately, or now might have been the proper time to bear his heart and share his feelings. They had been there from the very first in the form of admiration — always, he had known Arielle was bound for great things in Ursus — but he could never have predicted how quickly they would catch fire and roar into an inferno for her.

With Merrick and Astara for parents, it was no wonder he never really learned how to share his emotions in a form that wasn't primal and protective. Merrick would potentially view it as a weakness, and Astara... Well, it was hard to show a son how to bare his feelings when you were nonverbal. He thought Arielle knew, though. He hoped fervently that she felt it in the rapid thumping of his heart and the fiery sparks popping off in his stomach.

Aves was nearly undone by the light in her eyes. His turn now to brush his lips over the wispy hairs at the base of her ear with a husky murmur of, come with me. He lingered a moment longer to mouth at the tip of her ear with a breathless chuckle, then reluctantly rose to his paws with a playful wag of his tail. He smacked the ground with his forepaws and jogged several steps away before dipping his front half in a play bow.

He wanted nothing more than to lead her somewhere more secluded and private where he hoped, a little selfishly, that she would allow him to fulfill her every want and desire in a more amorous fashion.