Redtail Rise the final braincell

The girl did not fight him. She wanted to; there was an elevation to her fur that he could watch, creeping from the point of contact and out. He listened to the rumble in her chest and felt it stirring something primal in his belly. No, she did not fight him. She encouraged him.
He could not detect anything different about her scent. If she wanted warriors then that would be an important aspect to keep in mind -- something to wait for, maybe. Tulimaq saw no reason to take his time. He drew so close to her and then grappled at her hips, without warning.
Tulimaq decided for himself it wasn't worth it to give her time to reconsider. He grasped her hips and climbed across her lower back, feeling the rumble of her warning through her skin rather than through his ears, which made him feel powerful.
This girl, this wealda -- she was strong-willed and primal, as he'd learned, but she was still only a girl. What could she do now, with him positioned like this? Tulimaq rumbled a pleasant note and held the fur between her shoulders in his teeth, tugging at her, holding her in place.
He'd let her go after the deed was done.