Redtail Rise my oh my

New Snow was a woman of the present. Day to day did she live. So she had forgotten, mostly, what life had been like before her yesterdays were full of his face, and each tomorrow promised her that in the early morning she would wake beside it. But as he embraced her then, the fire within her blazed fully, and New Snow remembered that in their first days together he had been the one to put it out!

So she bent beneath him, her tail wagging wildly (matching her joy) as she shifted to move from nibbling his face to attending to the peaks of his shoulder, pressing against his side and whining a note of base and feral need. She burned for him, and as she circled around him she would urge him to where she needed him most as again she slid beneath his chin, though this time, let her hindquarters linger near!

New Snow looked back to him standing solidly as her plume shifted, her own gaze narrow and wanton as her ears fell back to listen for him. 

feel free to do a time skip!