03-31-2012, 06:03 PM
Inocencio had figured that the painful first attempt would cause the seemingly shy female to run, or at least not agree to continuing. Inocencio had started to consider the possibility he would just have to settle for affectionate licks, and hope that she would stay with him till the broken leg was not an issue. So it came as a surprise to the green-eyed male when she not only allowed his soothing licks, but nodded at the suggestion of trying again. Happiness at the reply was evident in Inocencio's eagerly wagging tail, and playful grin.
Like a lost puppy, Inocencio followed behind Fleta, his eyes fixated only on the female in front of him, and watched with anticipation as she found a fallen tree to lean over. The look that he received was an invitation in the male's mind, his heart racing at being asked, even if it was non-verbally. "Your quiet Fleta, I'm not going to bite, especially someone as beautiful as you are." Inocencio spoke with lust in his voice, while closing the last bit of distance between the two canines. Muzzle darted out to try teasing a little more with his tongue, but impatience led to the male coywolf trying to climb on top of the stranger that he was thinking of ways to keep around.
Front paws sought out just the right place to curl, while Inocencio would try draping his head up near Fleta's own, his hips starting to lightly buck out of instinct.
Like a lost puppy, Inocencio followed behind Fleta, his eyes fixated only on the female in front of him, and watched with anticipation as she found a fallen tree to lean over. The look that he received was an invitation in the male's mind, his heart racing at being asked, even if it was non-verbally. "Your quiet Fleta, I'm not going to bite, especially someone as beautiful as you are." Inocencio spoke with lust in his voice, while closing the last bit of distance between the two canines. Muzzle darted out to try teasing a little more with his tongue, but impatience led to the male coywolf trying to climb on top of the stranger that he was thinking of ways to keep around.
Front paws sought out just the right place to curl, while Inocencio would try draping his head up near Fleta's own, his hips starting to lightly buck out of instinct.