The scars that mark my body, they are silver and gold

Titana veered toward the borders, laughing. Her anger was replaced by a need, a need for touch. As soon as her paws had left the dark land, she stopped, stuck her rump up in the air and touched her muzzle to the ground. She stuck her tail straight up, and as she did before sashayed her hips from side to side, giving both males a great view.

Perhaps it was the beginnings of her heat that made her act in this manner, on a normal day she would have set on them both and probably died. Now she wanted on thing, and wouldn't leave without it. However, they didn't have to know that.