ooc: Hurray!
Always just out of reach from her eager jaws, that black hide of his. It was enough to make a hunter frustrated with the elusiveness of such prey. But the woman was not bred to be a hunter and thus did not harbor the ego of one surely to be bruised by the inability to take down one’s target. And without that burdening ego she was able to roll down the foothills on gallant limbs with glee, enjoying the chase comprised of these two alphas.
She bound atop the sturdy stones, from one to the other until their chase made way onto softer, lush plains. From there upon the cushion of fragrant flora lightly graced with snow, her pace increased drawing night to the elusive tail at the strong risk of capture. Yet again it was pulled just out of reach as her prey forewent their chase for a dance through the conifers she was more than willing to take part in. But their feral waltz was brief; her legs hardly had a moment to dance around her playmate before his attention was drawn elsewhere by an aromatic scent on the wind, and in effect her own attention was diverted.
She looked from alpha to the thickening interior of the forest for what their noses could scent. It was an alluring aroma, of musk… of fresh meat, a delectable challenge laying in wait to be tested. Her parted maw snapped closed with an audible click as she breathed through her nostrils instead, greedily drinking in the aerosolized essence of the bull and felt her maw moisten with anticipation. Anticipating a hunt on the rise, she looked to her playmate with a glimmer of excitement in her radiant hues. Her tail swayed eagerly, bumping into the thigh of the Dawn alpha as if he needed extra cause for this play to turn into a hunt. She was willing and certainly able. But was her lust for the challenge matched by his?