Totoka River sleep with the devil you know

His breath brushed through her fur, digging caverns and valleys where snow split to expose skin. She pushed her chest upward into his embrace and inhaled deeply his foreign scent. Ying was pleased that they'd met beside the border; it would make the post-coitus affair of bathing significantly less complicated. If able, she would wriggle out of reach and dash a few steps away, hoping that it would encourage him to do the same.