We're So Close To Something

Shilah followed after Lúta, nipping gently at her hips as his slipped into the den. He knew the role he had to play and he looked forward to it. His culture had freer ideas about sex than hers had and it was something they'd discussed at length. He could imagine growing up in a place that was so restrictive and also so superstitious about those born with more exotic coat colors. Most of the wolves he'd encountered saw it as a sign of blessing or something positive. Not as a curse or something suspicious that needed to be suppressed and restricted.

Shilah rested on the furs with Lúta and got right down to business, nuzzling her neck. However, it wasn't long before she started to pull away. He looked up at her confused. "Is something wrong? If you aren't ready that's fine, I can stop." He was disappointed sure, but he wasn't angry or anything. He could understand if she was having second thoughts.