Meadowlark Prairie whisk me away

Their coupling was impassioned. Carnal. Rough. Exciting. The exact opposite of the tender doting from her first suitor, @Cerne. Thoughts of the soothsayer would come later, when the fires of her estrus were long expunged. For now, her voice mingled with his, a song of yips and growls.

Breathless, sore and weak in the knees, she had gotten what she came for. Neither of them had spoken a word. Neither knew each other's names. Maybe they never would. Keyni did not consider the odds of their paths crossing again. She took her leave, offering him one last parting glance with soft dip of her muzzle.