Bye Son

Manea kept up her scare tactics to keep as many of the adults busy and running the opposite way from the calves as possible until she heard Alastor's howl to call her back to him. With a grin she broke away from the stampeding bison, making sure to get well and clear of their pounding hooves before she began to slow to an easy lope. She was panting from the hard running and dodging she had been doing between the giant herbivores, but as long as their hunt was successful then it was more than worth it. She spotted Alastor's hulking black and red marked form over top the panicked, bellowing calf in the distance and a pleased grin pulled across her lips with a flash of sharp teeth. She reached her husband and their prey just as he was lifting his head away from severing its spine, chuckling as he gave a grand gesture at the animal slowly dying under him. "Well done as always, my love," she purred, ignoring the calf for a moment to tip her head up to Alastor's and catch his lips in a heated kiss. Her kiss led to another and another until they were fully making out while the bison calf under them finally died. She broke their kiss with a heavy lidded glance and a sly grin. "Perhaps we should take advantage of our time away from the children while we're here," she suggested with a chuckle, brushing her muzzle against his and nipping at his jaw.

Manea | Temno | Ciemny