Sea Lion Shores our iron coffin

she stood statuesque as merrick met her, feeling a current under her skin as they touched. her fur was slow to rise, but it did in little wrinkles. even her tail had stilled as merrick's nose drew past her -- eliciting an exciting chill that climbed its way up her spine.

he was trembling. astara fought from trembling too -- this was not like their hunts, or their games. she watched him carefully, somehow wanting more despite not knowing what his intentions were. the end of her tail curled up ever so slightly in a stiff arc, but she did not push him away as she leaned in silently, pushing into and chasing whatever sensation it was he had stirred within her breast.