Grouse Thicket [m] fear the lioness, paint her face black and golden

he did not understand her words, but he could parse from her body language her receptiveness. soto turned his hips away from her, basking in the appreciative sweep of her hungry eyes. 

he was no spring pup searching for a few seconds of contact bliss. his was an older, more experienced hunger — one that must be playfully drawn out. 

he lowered his head to signal his intention to approach, drawing his muzzle to her flank as he drank the many scents that clung to her pelt and painted a brief glimpse into her vivid life. 

coursing the length of her body with his muzzle, soto began to pluck the strings of her willingness, testing her reaction to each of his movements with a studied glance of his goldcoin eyes; all until he could resist no longer and found himself seeking the warmth of her pelt beneath him.