Bearclaw Valley A war in my name

Ameline has found herself as the queen of a land full of men worth more than just one glance. She gazes at Tvar appreciatively as he teases her, and offers nothing but a coy grin as his reward. 

Me? Oh I would nevuh, She toyed, before shaking out her shoulders and turning her warmed gaze across the meadow. Satisfied with her first assessment of his skills, she moved forward to brush her muzzle against his shoulder, where the muscles were warm and tight. The scent of Bearclaw she mingled into his coat with a swipe of her muzzle, as if to claim him yet again and renew her approval of him.

C’mon, let’th go find thomethin’ to eat, She invited, before picking up a trot, head lowered as she began to scent the meadow for tracks. 

we can fade here if you want <3