Greatwater Lake a hidden gem, my own goldmine

Zaahira did not even have to ask. Nor did he. 
She accepts his presence with a welcoming, soft thump of her tail and a lazy smile, eyes hooded as she watches his body move. The heat of his breath and wet of his saliva are welcomed, though such desires are only expressed through a shudder that whips down her spine. 
Soft pink underbelly is exposed to him with an adjustment of her hind leg. She is warm and virginal. A temptation given the time of year, one she is slowly becoming aware of. The warm coil within her belly turns and twists, but she would not force it. 
The individual scents of his children are thick on his pelt, fresh and new; she has not yet met them, and her maternal instinct presses at her for more information about them. If  he would not tell her in words, she would find out in smell. The tip of her tongue slithers from between her lips, brushing against his chin. A gesture that did not need sound for its intention to be known, yet a soft whine follows it anyways.