Hushed Willows blu(m)enmond

fade here, then new thread VERY soon <3

There was something mechanical about this coupling when compared to her previous conquests. Theirs was a concoction entirely devoid of emotion, boiling only with need. To her, this was to be expected. They were complete strangers, both operating under the influence, beholden to the most primal part of their brains. And they were eager all the same. She preferred this; the brew untainted, her coffee black. The puppet strings taut.

Though River's chosen partner seemed more automaton than wolf, it occurred to her during all the "hands-in-the-dark" fumbling that this was his first time...

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When it was over, she looked upon him favorably but offered neither verbal praise nor admonishment. She wasn't doing this strictly for the pleasure, and he'd held up his end well enough. Still, she was hardly going to stick around and continue to serve him bodily lectures. Giving him the wolfish equivalent of a goodbye kiss, River loped away.