Fox's Glade Impulse

”C’mon,” She said, egging him on with a swish of her tail and a light sway of her body toward his in hopes he might be charmed by touch. His surprise concerned her slightly and made her wonder why he didn’t simply assume what she wanted given how blatantly obvious it was that she was in heat and was trying to get him somewhere alone.

There was something wounded about his expression and the way he wilted visibly upon receiving her invitation and for a second she considered huffing and throwing a hissy fit. He should have felt honoured to have been chosen- instead, it felt like she’d let him down and that was unacceptable.

He turned to move away but the sly little vixen was quick on her feet and swiped in toward him again, and leaned in toward him hoping to rub her entire side along his body unless he stepped out of the way. ”Ahh, sure- yer young, handsome, an’ ye look like ye come from good genes…Lemme have a piece of ye, hmm?” She enticed.