Redtail Rise [m] Sīkärr

Perhaps it is his desire to speak her people’s words. Perhaps it is the drive of her own want. His touch tingles across her skin and Ayovi toys a paw along the edge of one dark ear, lips once more in his. She guides him into her and with a low moan buries her claws in the tangle of red nape.
“Nüga küütak, Skorpa,” she lathers his name with her native tongue; again and again until all speech is lost.