Moonlight on water

Osprey had acted on instinct too - she had been more welcoming to men and shown more interest, she had approached them, shown affection and felt very much in love. Yet she - even in the haziest and most confusing moments - she had not gone to men and stated openly to eff her there and now. No - she had been playful, she had been eager to get to know the other person by "exploring" their body and scent, she had exchanged sweet kisses and tender touches. It wasn't like she didn't care with whom she mated, the person mattered, even more - whether she liked him or not.

"Yeah... a lot, what you say is true," she agreed. "Yet for some heat is a few days of fun once a year. I believe that some special treatment beforehand is well-deserved, even if you don't stick around later," Osprey shrugged. She knew that there were wolves, who mated all year around, yet there was no such desire in her. When the season was over, the appeal for the process was lost. "But, what do you care - you can have fun all year round," she said. Men...

"So - I was right," she returned to the subject. "You are Prince Charming." Saving needy girls from the clutches of beasts called lust and desire. "How many girls have you saved already?"