Bearclaw Valley [m] Take care of the sense, and the sounds will take care of themselves

She didn't know if she wanted to have children; it would have taken a lot more thought than she had to offer currently. The times she had entertained the idea before, she had always thought fondly of bringing the next generation of Bearclaws to Ursus. But recent events had changed her; she was less trusting of the world and more easily angered. She had become violent. She certainly wasn't fit to be a mother. 

Aves had seemed stunned at first, just as she had. But then his features relaxed and he spoke to her in a soothing tone that did things to her. The burning was back; she could feel it everywhere and now she knew only the bruin-jaw could make it go away. She didn't think what he said was true. What they wanted surely had no bearing on biology, right? 

Her brain was foggy again, and all she wanted was her mate; she didn't want to think about anything else. 

Arielle reached over and nipped his jaw. Her tail waved a few times against the ground, saturating the air with her scent. It was amazing how easily she forgot all of the negative emotions from just seconds before, but the burning in her blood overwhelmed her again. She just wanted Aves to take her again, and this would be obvious in the impatient grunt she offered as the bruin-heart nudged his chin with her nose. She didn't want to talk anymore.