Sleepy Fox Hollow [m] mafic ii

colosseum felt her before he saw her—like smoke curling through the hollow, thick with heat and hunger.

selenia.

the pitch of her cry split the quiet, and his head snapped up from grazing. ears pricked, nostrils flaring, chest expanding with a breath that scorched its way down into his gut.

he turned.
he moved.

not fast.
not frantic.

but with the certainty of a stallion who knew exactly what answered a call like that.

his tail lifted, the broad arch of his neck carved in lust and purpose as he approached her, scent flooding him with each pulse of the wind. her heat clung to the air, rich and demanding—he didn’t need to guess what she wanted.

he paused only once—to cast a look toward wolf in the distance. a warning hidden behind a calm stare.

then his eyes locked onto selenia, and the tension bled from his frame into something coiled and powerful. she scraped at the ground; he stomped in reply.

a low chuff rumbled from his throat as he drew up alongside her, flank to flank, close enough for their breath to tangle.

she had waited.
he would give.