Whitebark Stream And so it begins

She giggled softly at his bewilderment, and if a wolf could blush she probably would. 
"I found a need and filled it. And is it...really...all yours? The pleasure, I mean?" She looked up at him through her big blue eyes, arching her neck demurely. 
"Here. Let me show you." 
She scooted aside, vaguely aware of the implications of inviting a strange male into her den. Her pelt brushed his as he moved closer, and she smiled up at him, captivating blue eyes meeting his own. "See...they smell different. And there's subtle difference between the shape of them." 

She gestured to two piles, pointing out the difference. "Where I am from, It was a sacred art. I studied for hours under my mother..." 
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