Blackbeak Bluff Heat

The chase, the salt-laden wind in her fur, the scent of it - and him - filling her nose. It was strangely pleasant. The pair raced along the bluff, first this way, then back, and she paused once he turned, panting heavily, tongue lolling from her mouth as he approached once more. Her sides heaved with each breath, but she loved it - since her injury last winter, she really hadn't gotten the chance to run and, frankly, be a bit reckless. She was fully healed now, of course, and thankful for it.

Calida gave a soft huff, shifting forward and extending, hoping to touch noses with the male, and further drink in his scent. She grinned again, her jade eyes dancing. As close as they were now, Calida's body took the chance to remind her of what it wanted; there was an ache within her, and her mind was quickly filled with a low sort of buzzing, preventing her from rationalizing, and preventing her from moving away. She wondered if the desire - no, the need - showed in her eyes. Did he seek this from her?