Sunset Valley [m] you'll be godlike

@Svalla — backdated for the night of march 7th

amongst other familiar scents, one had drawn him: the scent of womanly musk. senses palpitating, nostrils flaring. heathen dragging himself through brush, into open land, where dark pelt roams.
bloody eyes coming upon a white pelt. a high tail arced, slicing air. her scent flooding his senses, filling his veins with gooey warmth. a tongue coming to loll from his blackened, bloodied jowls.
a bark, loud, demanding. then, he bears down upon her. roughly, violently. seeking to nip at her flanks, her back legs, whining lowly in desire. a crooning call.
eyes pooled with hunger circling her feminine curves.