Blacktail Deer Plateau now the vale of those who mourn

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he was intoxicated; he lost himself in the rasp of fur across his face, his lids half-closed as a low shiver climbed through his muscles. blue willow, usually a composed, conservative sort, had traded her usual composure for a carnal excitement that inflamed lasher and tested his resolve. he circled her once more, the laps of his tongue and grazes of his teeth becoming somewhat rougher, until he stood behind her once more and at last encircled her waist with his forelegs and balanced himself.

the man did not press forward, not yet; he traced the back of her neck with a slow tonguetip, attempting to alleviate any sudden fears that might have sprung up in her mind, even as he fought his baser instincts whilst her scent trailed tantalizingly about them.