Blackfeather Woods [m] Gonna raise some sand in the dead o' night

The beast moves! Taken from grooming her and mightily carrying light feet across scorching ground! Hot, hot, hot! Her ears burned! Her neck burned. She burned now, and the shadow of a great titan retreated. What tragedy! Shame! Shameful, terrible, awful behavior. Why, father moon cried in his beckoning and distance. How dare he!

She froze, stiffening her legs and leaning towards his leave before quickly shifting farther away from him. She stared, head half tilted and a still smile on her face. "Yes? Trust I keep." 

His fur was cloaked in moon. In their ritual, to her, he was calling her to tear his flesh open. She stayed sitting.