Bearclaw Valley some kind of metal made up from glue

blood flung from a slash across his muzzle to mingle with her own; crimson smeared into sunless pelt. merrick closed his jaws upon her flesh and snarled low in his throat, shoving her deeper and deeper against the thawing earth, his weight flung across her own.
her musculature rippled beneath his own; breath hot upon his face, ears, eyelids;
he discovered with a deep horrid surge of pleasure that he had readied for her, and once more he gathered astara beneath him, warning her to submit with a bubbling growl.