Otter Creek Shine & Shade

Tailed tucked and eager to escape, Khaba's glare snapped after the omega. He was prepared to give chase — but when they turned and crawled back, he waited.

Submission. Always the end result.

Frame splayed, and belly vulnerable, the alpha stood watching this act in silence. 

Part of him was tempted to enforce his superiority once more and demand this incident never occur again; but when he felt something brush against him, his attention shifted. The female was still here, observing. Evidently, this had not frightened or deterred her. She stayed, and this gave Khaba hope.

Perhaps it was risky to turn his back on his former challenger, but what where there really to fear? He'd put them in their place twice now. Why couldn't they do so a third time? So, with full confidence, he turned to the female, snout running along the crown of head. Then he'd draw his body along her own. He'd taken in her scent. Now he wanted to feel her.