Redtail Rise rise,

There was only joy now, with him. In the fog of her season all other things were forgotten. There was only this building fire, and the only man who could both set it to a roar and smother it so that she no longer burned so terribly. It was not yet unbearable, and so she did not yet yield to his gentle teeth.

Playfully, she rebuked him with a nip of her own. The action slowed her, but it had not been her goal today to outpace him and his distraction had given her a healthy headstart. 

She was only inconsistent in these days—she had thought she wanted him later, but to feel him this close… perhaps she wanted him now! Her nips turned to preening nibbles to his chin, his ear—pausing to huff at his notched ear, a mirror of her own, and then placing a loving kiss there. 

Down she went, snuffling at, and then affectionately grooming, his shoulder. Her tail waved wildly, driving her own scent to surround them both with the winds that stirred their fur.