Blacktail Deer Plateau as soon as i glance at you a moment,

What knowledge his mind lacked was made up for by instinct; primitive desire, a wanting. He could not look away from her, watching her body as it moved and seeking to catch her eye. The sounds she emitted were matched by a low growl-turned-whine, antsy. And when her hips were facing him, he couldn’t help but brush his muzzle against her thighs, nosing at her tail to get it out of his way; should she allow him to shove it away, Aningan would make quick, clumsy work of trying (and likely failing the first time or two) to mount her.