Phoenix Maplewood this feelings just begun [m]

thank you for the fun plot opportunity!

She danced forward now, Taiga snow kicking upward and she lapped at it as she moved, finding it cooling but not at all the sort of thing that could smother this newfound heat within her. He drew nearer, too, and was soon at her withers; she loosed a whine and turned to nibble at his cheek and press her nose against his own muzzle, part of his buried in the coarse, dirt-laden furs of her shoulders. Sunday Morning felt no shame for that, because she was a wild thing.

He himself with his large, broad paws and his strong appearing physique looked all the more desirable while he flirted. He smelled in good health, and they were of similar ages from what she could note. The singular difference between them that she could note with her nose was that she was a dispersal, where he may belong to a pack.

The consequences of all of this she did not think of then. In him, Sunday imagined she had found a partner, unaware that there may be any other. In this moment, Sunday wondered if this was how her own mother found her father... and her grandmother before them. She felt warm, so warm, and his touch set tinder of her flame ablaze. Another whine as she turned to nibble at his own furs in an effort to preen, tail swaying all the while.