Redtail Rise tuscany

They ran, this time with him leading, a wolf abandon to it that matched the freedom they both seemed to feel. She overtook him at times and he did the same, weaving in and out of contact in an almost teasing dance.

Redd stopped immediately when he fell to come over with an exploratory fashion, at first concerned he’d hurt himself. He was only laughing. Her tail waved in relief, but seeing him sprawled out in such a way brought another feeling forward. It was an urge that had been lurking during their run, but now reared to strike in such an instinctual need that she made no attempt to hold herself back. There were many things she did not know, but these feelings she felt were quickly becoming clear.

Redd’s tail rose and, before he could roll to his feet, she stepped across to straddle him beneath her. She let out a low rumble, then nosed at his neck before gently, if he did not refuse, applying teeth that would not come close to breaking skin. There was no danger, but another message entirely. You are mine.

Her heart thudded. It was his right to refuse, though she did not think he would. He was fast, strong, and had survived much. His pelt bore a history that did not marr his soul, a history that undoubtedly only made him wiser. Redd did not need any longer to determine what she wished, now only awaiting an answer in return.