Panther Park [m] i thought that i would hurt myself

in the aftermath, when he sobers from the intoxication of her scent and her body against his, when the primal instincts die back to dull, he gives her space when he is able. her satisfied grin is a boon to his ego, and he can't help but admire her as she basks in the afterglow.

he wonders how many other man got and would get the opportunity.

if she was willing to take him, a complete stranger, to her bed, arktos does doubt he was the first nor would he be the last.

he will not fill the silence between them with useless words, or any words at all; does not feel the need to. neither would he linger; already he plans his route back, knowing he must wash the scents that cling to him off his fur and skin.