The Floodlands I'm doing fine, trying to derail my one track mind

colt enjoyed the sound, savored it with all of him. she did not pull away, only grew subdued in his grasp, though he saw quickly he had not sundered all her flame.
"it so happens i ain't in the market fer a wife, wren," colt launched back, their faces remaining close as his powerful limb continued the intensity of its hold.
he tasted the air where her tongue had been, jaws offering another rakish grin. "i'm always up for a barter," briggs growled, and this time he did act on emboldenment, pushing his muzzle just against the vital pulse of her throat, lingering a second before he drew away to find her eyes again, brow arched. colt waited for her to make this offer.