Wild Berry Meadow [m] feelin' herself

she had one eye. marred by battle? an interesting feature to deduce a pretty face. roan let out a huff, turning to face her this time. if she wanted his attention, fine. he could spare it.

she smelt of pack. thick, hefting pack. roan let his nose curl, nostrils flaring.

ain't nothin' here. he grunted. this time he turned, but didn't leave her. no, she was far too pretty to be left alone here. maybe they did fuck— he wouldn't be surprised.