Chimera Fields white fever

A low, approving rumbled sounded in his chest as Keyni moved closer, touching her flank to his chest. She was swiftly driving rational thought from his mind. She growled, a wanting sound, and his own need sounded in his chest. Even so, his conscious flittered in.

He was not permitted to breed in Natigvik, and he doubted very much whether this would be okay with his leaders, should they find out.

Cerne deliberated. He met Keyni's gaze. "What do you seek from this?" From him? He edged closer, to draw her nearer.