Blacktail Deer Plateau ocean

"woah, you're tall-" saarthal gaped at the stranger, scrambling hastily onto her paws, "-and hot. UM, hi." her voice climbed up an octave nearing the end of her sentence and catching herself, the yearling blushed, a deep flush tainting the pale snow of her cheeks. the stranger was beautiful despite being cloaked in grime, tall and imposing, intimidating in a way saarthal rarely ever saw..in anyone. like, it was hot. everything about her screamed hot in a breathtaking, mindblowing kind of way. like, shit, man - imagine being pinned down and —

"sex," saarthal blurted out, her brain-to-mouth filter abruptly shutting down. it took about a millisecond for her mind to catch up, but by then the next words fueled by some sort of weird instinct that took over whenever hot dominant women arrived spilled from her lips, "it's like, uh, unattached sex for one night. or, you know, more. we could have more nights. we could become, like, um, friends with benefits."

wow. that was - oh my fucking god what the fuck am i saying take it all back saarthal what thefuckwhathtefuckdefackfuafkme seriously though i mean — no. fuck no hAH -