Greatwater Lake all lit up and i start to s[m]ile

They gave their audience a show: a three-act arc brimming with intense rising action, a fervent climax, and an impassioned conclusion. There was nothing shared in those intimate moments that could have been called romantic or gentle, though he did afford his mistress a salve of licks upon her nape, which he had gripped quite firmly during the inbetween.

Once separated, Tarantula tended to himself, shook out his coat, and looked to both she-wolves with bright, expectant eyes. His gaze settled on the one in heat, and his tail wagged, tongue lolling in the afterglow. There was still energy in him not yet spent.

Tarantula greets these wolves, he grunted, his way of an introduction. With feral wants sated for the time being, he was able to find his voice, though he was far from the long-winded type. Hunt? Yet, whether their bellies were to be filled or not, he would surely try to be with her again.