Great Bear Wilderness as the crow flies

March 18 — @Arcturus. After this thread, but before this one.

The tingling through her legs was excrutiating, almost inhibiting her from moving at all. Its cause was a mixture of agression and arousal, each one acting as a mask for her growing anxiety. Ying was operating on auto-pilot; each step was taken without her permission, guiding her toward a destination which she had not chosen.

The sound of snapping jaws had long since quieted. It was now evening, and soon she would be able to rest. Confident that she hadn't been followed, Ying settled beside a stream and quietly preened her fur.