Fox's Glade ab iniquitate [m]ea

she thought to respond, be cryptic and lewd, but her body was on its brink. the sentence wasn't even halfway knit, when the stranger's long paw wrapped about one hindleg of hers, and the shiver that went trough bernadette's body nearly toppled her.

but no. for this game, one needed a strong stance.

in contrast with her usual quietness, the bearwoman would breathe and vocalise with freedom, leaving not a thing unsounded. as soon as one lock broke, she'd coax him (had her gabriel even a name?) into another, again and again, until her joints buckled underneath her.

she'd sprawl over the roots of a nearby tree, once unable to continue, and would drift off into a sleep that in the morning, would wake her with a greater wanting  than before.

whether gabriel would be present to sate it, well, that would entirely up to him, and the wind that carroed him.