Iktome Plains [m] bouch san

Finally someone took an interest in him, and it was the correct kind! As soon as they were near enough to one-another, Marius waved his tail high at his back, and stood proudly a moment, then rounded upon her — he opened his mouth to speak right as she gave a growl, and as enticing as the sound was, he had learned quickly that these barbarian people were not keen on speech. He would not speak, then. It was not necessary — in fact, it was quite welcome!
The sounds of their love-making would fill the plains instead. He was devoted to that ideal. Although, Marius took his time to get nearer to her, and to test her physically in case his nearness was rebuked; he was a little more nervous in case that snarling turned to real teeth.
He was in to some long-form activities but nothing quite so diabolical as being bitten; if she tried to eat him he would certainly turn tail.
In the off-chance she did not drive him away violently, he would croon to her a few times and try to set the mood. Once faced with the opportunity to get what he really wanted he would indeed take it — pleased to have something more his size and shape versus the coymutts that had taken his fixation as of late.