Morningside Cuesta [m] trottinggale

it never took much to rile him. yikass k'edghildza would learn this very quick. for as he was a man with dominant blood, the need to prove riling his veins. and she was keen to take.
a beautiful union as she saw it— a complement to their own natures. any illusions or doubts about her leaving the creek's wilds had been long forgotten in her mind. they were replaced with caribou hoofbeats and the touch of her husband, a possessive, wild nature.
a nature that their children would thrive in. starve upon to feel the same rhythms their parents had. she would make sure of it— that even her own whelps would know the power the saatsine pair had. for they would not go ignored.
she would not go quietly against him, a toil of theatrics of laughter and kisses. mighty, she was even more veracious in her loving. she'd wish to try it new with him; to seek the act as more of a pleasure than a duty. to see if she could elicit something inexplicable from him, that left him wanting more than just a claim upon her womb.