Bearclaw Valley [m] You can be everything you want to be before your time

Normally she might enjoy the lush offering of attention and encouraged it to endure for hours if possible. Now, though, her ravenous appetite need to be sated more urgently. Her cries were not pleas, but commands. She sidestepped from tame courtship and voiced in dark tones the depth and profundity of her needs.

Her body heated, making her feel as if her own pelt became a sweat lodge. The snow beneath her feet melted, the fury of her movements caused her to belt and moan with each exhale. When when her peak was reached, she voiced it with a shrill, trembling note. 

Once they became separate, she groomed the warm fur of his chest. Our time, She purred. Put babies in me, Ancelin- so many babies.