Redtail Rise the teeth of seven thousand men

She considered, for a moment, her own wanderlust, satiated at times by her scouting missions- but all previous to her attachment to Ancelin and her promotion to Berserkr. She felt natural in her role, and fulfilled a thousand times over having secured herself a mate. Would she lose one if she chose to pursue the other, though? Would the anchor of her job security create a rift between herself and her adventurous husband, or would she leave with him only to come back and find her position had been fulfilled by someone else?

She pondered for a moment which she wanted more- and which she was willing to risk. 

Ancelin's skin warmed as he spoke, his breath hot in her ear. Her flesh goose-pimpled, her withers hitched. He spoke to her most feral instincts, and she unsheathed her teeth; daggers longing to be anointed once again. She became distracted by longing for a moment and went both silent and dumb as he made her questions and doubts become nothing but swirling clouds. She had to fight to remember what they were talking about. 

"If we found it," She said, tilting her head back to press her lips along his cheek, fluttering her eyelashes against his cheekbone as she nosed the fur below his ear. "We could claim it."