Blackfeather Woods Like summer storms, the skies as grey as leaves.

She didn't stop him.

They gathered information from one another.

He found other things beyond the smells of dust and earth; men's scents, women's, something like sunbaked-leaves, and a spice note which was quite strong but otherwise unfamiliar.

The man chuffs to clear his sinuses. Then he shuffles towards her on his belly and reaches to plunge his face against her scruff; but it isn't just to search and study, but to lightly comb at the fur, and then to grab and —

He tried to climb across her; playful, dangerous, and unaware of his strength. Feeding a need which she had inspired.