Moonspear lawmother

He swept away her concerns with a gracious explanation of what it was to adopt their customs. She thought of her own, and how shrewd her ways seemed in comparison. Life was celebrated here. Intimacy was welcomed and encouraged. Children born were a blessing, not something that could potentially mar someone's reputation and ruin their prospects. She felt suddenly as if she had stepped from antiquity and into a modern world, where reason forged the path rather than the words of old fathers. 

"I have had my- uhm, second spring," She wasn't sure what to call it, or what word he might have for it. But it had come, and it had passed; Simbelmyne, surrounded by a gaggle of beautiful and delightful sisters, had been overlooked. She knew what the longing felt like, and while it had long since passed, it had left her with a feeling of curiosity that she had had to hide, as it would have taken root in shame had she let it show. "I am ready."

He touched his muzzle to hers, and she closed her eyes, now free to remember what it had been like to want, and to be permitted to want. She did notice the change in pronouns- exchanging he for I caused her to arch her brow slightly, the corners of her lips following suit. Silently, she accepted this as a bid for her attention. That he would want to dance before her, when her paws had been painted red. 

Her eyes fluttered open when the touch finished, though she wished for more. "I am not seal hunter woman...But this will be done for me, too?" She asked, then.