Hushed Willows [m] goddess in a ruin garden

a bronco is better than beach. she laughed softly, as she sought to brush further into him. tangle their fur and scents together. mar the scent of saltwater and grief with his mountain musk. she did not mind if he wore the perfume of other woman, if he smelled of conquests beyond her. he was free — wild.

her bronco.

she sought to lure him away from their current spot, certain she had seen an old den somewhere around here...perhaps they could breathe new life into it.