Larksong Grotto American Eagle

While the boys were away, the parents could play. Knowing that the kids were safe and sound with Nova was all Hiram needed to know. He looked back to his wife with a spry, frisky grin spreading across his face. "Ready for everything?" he repeated excitedly. "I mean -- that's a lot. I'm afraid I might, uh, dissapoint you." Those were incredibly big shoes to fill, he thought. Hiram was more of a medium shoe type of guy, to make the metaphor blunt.

She nipped his ear and instructed him to take the lead. That he did. Working his way along her flank with his muzzle, Hiram moved with purpose toward Jhala's rear. Then, he threw a single leg over his mate's back as he began to work his way into position.