Firefly Glen [m] Chaleurs

Her gaze is watchful, waiting.

Ah, you're experienced then? That certainly sparked her interest. Her responsibility or not, she should be allowed to enjoy herself. A muzzle pushed towards her neck, she acknowledges it with a soft growl, playful rather than malicious.

He is confident, sure of himself, and the Matriarche is glad for it. A confident man is far quicker, and just as he, Viskani does not waste time.

Her own lowered head meets his muzzle with a soft lick, eyes briefly meeting his.