Wapun Meadow et peccatum meum contra me est semper

She was out of breath.

So was he, once he learned of the sound's origin. That someone would lay with this creature was repulsive in concept and had the effect of making him turn green at the gills, so to speak.

What—?!

He was thoroughly distracted by the idea of a wolf and this woman — you'd've found me, yours.

His teeth flashed with confusion, then knowledge, then loathing. Mesa pulled away from her in reverse, almost as if she had struck him outright, and dry-heaved.

He'd lost his appetite.

Get away from me, creature.