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At first, the male seemed uncertain. But as she backed away, offering him the first bites and thus giving to him a superiority, the male understood and took what was his. The woad bound ears flickered forward at the sound of his jaws tearing at the carcass’ flesh. She moved once, excited by that sound and by his own pleasure of doing so. Instinct made her want to join him immediately, but she lingered behind knowing that she had already relinquished that right. Watching, the female noticed that he took both the heart and the liver, the two organs that were the sweetest. The liver was, by far, her personal favorite, but she did not try to take it from him. As he moved aside carrying those two prizes, the female moved in, tearing into the hot flesh and growling with her own delight. The taste of fresh deer meat was a thing that she did not taste often, but each time she did not deny its superior taste. The meat tore for her with ease, coming apart for her jaws each time it was bid.
When she had had several bites, enough meat to satisfy her, she looked up, at the male, licking her jaws. Hunger wasn’t the only thing that moved the female. But at the moment, the male was intent upon the eating those food treasures and did not notice her. For a moment, the warrior, simply stretched, moving her muscles and testing to limits of her healed body. And then she moved to bring herself near to the male. She lowered her maw to poke his shoulder, letting him know that she required his attention. He was sitting now, and so she took several steps back, the steps almost uncharacteristically playful. The warrior moved to face him, the white orbs searching the yellow eyes. Perhaps with this proximity, the male would be able to scent the hormonal changes within her body that invited him. The meat was forgotten to the female, and she knew now only what her body was telling her and that her mind was willing to accept this male’s company.
Her body’s needs were becoming increasingly urgent, and she could feel that unfamiliar hotness in her loins. The warrior was only vaguely aware of the danger that the male could present, but she felt that he would not try to harm her. The warrior was only vaguely aware of what her body could handle with the scars that bounded her, but she felt that she would be able to handle it. The she-wolf had experienced this thing only twice, but now, especially having recently been able to shift and with this hunt being the first action she had seen in a month, the need was overpowering, and she was not one to deny herself such a thing. And the female was only vaguely aware that she had never partaken in such activity in this particular form, but instince would allow her the basics, and that would be enough. The female’s breathing quickened slightly as she growled at him, bidding him to come and accept her, challenging him to refuse. The black tail waved several times before she took a step forward.
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At first, the male seemed uncertain. But as she backed away, offering him the first bites and thus giving to him a superiority, the male understood and took what was his. The woad bound ears flickered forward at the sound of his jaws tearing at the carcass’ flesh. She moved once, excited by that sound and by his own pleasure of doing so. Instinct made her want to join him immediately, but she lingered behind knowing that she had already relinquished that right. Watching, the female noticed that he took both the heart and the liver, the two organs that were the sweetest. The liver was, by far, her personal favorite, but she did not try to take it from him. As he moved aside carrying those two prizes, the female moved in, tearing into the hot flesh and growling with her own delight. The taste of fresh deer meat was a thing that she did not taste often, but each time she did not deny its superior taste. The meat tore for her with ease, coming apart for her jaws each time it was bid.
When she had had several bites, enough meat to satisfy her, she looked up, at the male, licking her jaws. Hunger wasn’t the only thing that moved the female. But at the moment, the male was intent upon the eating those food treasures and did not notice her. For a moment, the warrior, simply stretched, moving her muscles and testing to limits of her healed body. And then she moved to bring herself near to the male. She lowered her maw to poke his shoulder, letting him know that she required his attention. He was sitting now, and so she took several steps back, the steps almost uncharacteristically playful. The warrior moved to face him, the white orbs searching the yellow eyes. Perhaps with this proximity, the male would be able to scent the hormonal changes within her body that invited him. The meat was forgotten to the female, and she knew now only what her body was telling her and that her mind was willing to accept this male’s company.
Her body’s needs were becoming increasingly urgent, and she could feel that unfamiliar hotness in her loins. The warrior was only vaguely aware of the danger that the male could present, but she felt that he would not try to harm her. The warrior was only vaguely aware of what her body could handle with the scars that bounded her, but she felt that she would be able to handle it. The she-wolf had experienced this thing only twice, but now, especially having recently been able to shift and with this hunt being the first action she had seen in a month, the need was overpowering, and she was not one to deny herself such a thing. And the female was only vaguely aware that she had never partaken in such activity in this particular form, but instince would allow her the basics, and that would be enough. The female’s breathing quickened slightly as she growled at him, bidding him to come and accept her, challenging him to refuse. The black tail waved several times before she took a step forward.