Shimmering Sands sun conch

— the teeth at her ear pull a sound from her throat—pleased. something dark and womanly. she leans into it, reaching with her own mouth to nip fleetingly at the fur of his chin and throat.

then she rises from the sand with the power of a bear, muscles shifting beneath white scar-twisted hide. she is not soft. not gentle. but there is a gleam in her eye now that was not there before.

she steps close—very close—pressing her shoulder to his chest. her muzzle lifts to breathe in the scent of him. blood, salt, war.

i allow this. a teasing grin. voice rough as bone dragged through gravel. then you take.

her breath warm beneath his chin. i want warrior. chief. killer. and many strong cubs. sivaak decides she might just stay pregnant as often as the body allows; to secure the future of the sun clan and many progeny that will never betray either parent.