Silver Creek Butterflies fly away

Her body wouldn't be picky about who would mate her but her mind was. She wanted an Odolf and much to her disgust she found herself envisioning Grayson's strong forelegs gripping her around the hips and his jaws roughly seeking hold of her scruff. A low throaty whine left her maw and she closed her eyes, panting harder as the heat engulfing her nether regions grew stronger. When she reopened her eyes she spotted the mute male, the sad little man she had saved from freezing to death. He was cute and there was something intriguing about his sadness, she took a few steps toward him ears perked "It's that time... I'm sorry if I'm bothering you" she was genuinely sorry but there was a tone to her voice, a breathiness due to the fact that every fiber of her body wanted to approach and rub against him.