Whitebark Stream [m] dosin

as swiftly as her voice left her throat, the thunder of his steps came. she could feel it in the earth— the caribou running, her powerful husband rooted in his desire for the hunt, but he paused. he paused when his wife needed him. oh! this had k'edghildza's tail wagging against her starhewn flank.

and then he was here. he was here! k'edghildza turned the moment he erupted through the trees with a growl, entering her den as if it had been his own! she bathed him in kisses beneath his jaw, clinging to the dewdrops of drool that pooled.

ałts'ede. she'd mewl against his hefty grip. beneath the blanket of her want, she'd find herself worrying about the state of the other hunters! has it come too soon? was she burdening him? would this interfere with the lanzadoii cub life cycle? oh, the worries she had!

but she couldn't deny the electrifying shock of his teeth against skin. how she loathed the gentle-nature of man, but her husband seemed keen of forgoing any tendrils thereof.