Sequoia Coast poptarts are ravioli

Furi didn’t move to stop him, which was fortunate as I can’t confidently say that he was stoppable at that point. He was too enraptured now in his ministrations to be deterred except by the most intense of protests. But his friend did nothing to put an end to it. Instead, she shifted to watch him as he explored her, his tongue and nose poking at places his mother would have slapped him upside the head with a frying pan for so nonchalantly intruding upon.

Though if anything, the scent of heat was technically dissipating as time continued to move Furi further from her encounter with Aviana, Artaax was feeling as though it were thickening around him. He moved his muzzle up along her side but paused briefly as the trail he was attempting to pursue was obstructed from him. He lifted a paw to pull at her with a gentle growl, urging her to roll to her belly so he could continue mapping her body, subsequently stepping so that he was positioned behind her in a way that any other intelligent mammal on the planet would have realized was the position, but Artaax just considered to be... well. There’s not really much of anything left in his brain right now, actually.