Blackfeather Woods the road ahead feels lonely

She gave in, lowering herself further until she was upon her back. 

He wasted no time to indulge in her offering, looming close overhead. His nose explored, tongue occasionally tasting the fur of her belly, and the dirt of her paws. 

A traveler, but a lone one. Different from him in some ways.

Once he had taken nearly every part of her, he sunk to the ground beside her, swinging a leg across her. It was his want to rest, but he didn't want her taking advantage of the moment to leave him. She would stay, and it was not a request. He made this quite clear. For if she tried to pull away, he would pull her close with a low growl.