Good ol fashioned stress relief

After the cow went down it was only a matter of moments for Alastor to quickly crawl across the buffalo's side, latching onto its throat with lethal intensity. Manea very briefly looked for a point where she could help to keep the buffalo pinned or assist with its demise, but there was no need. She stood back and panted lightly with a smirk on her lips as she watched her husband at work, letting him have this moment of catharsis while he crushed down around the cow's windpipe and ended the hunt as quickly as it began, coating the snow dusted ground around their kill with deep red crimson. He was truly at his best when he was in the heat of a hunt or a fight, his whole body rippling beneath his ebony, fire-marked coat. This was the brute she had been so immediately attracted to, the male she had known immediately would be her soul mate. She adored seeing him in his softer, more tender moments with their family as well, but this was the side of him that truly drove her wild like nothing else.

When Alastor finally released the throat of their prey and she saw his signature wide, bloodied grin on his lips it made a sly grin of her own pull across her muzzle. She already knew what to expect from her husband when he was like this and she was just as eager for that as she had been for the hunt itself. As soon as his endless obsidian gaze shifted to lock onto her she knew she wouldn't be disappointed. He hopped down off of his kill with a pride in his movements that he had sorely been missing and she met him half way as he moved toward her, her lips locking with his with a low, growling sound of desire. She tasted the tang of the buffalo's blood on his tongue as she kissed him and met every bit of his lecherous desire with equal measure of her own. This trip and this hunt had been solely focused on him and bringing him back from the depths of his heartache, but perhaps this was really what they both needed–a reminder of where their relationship began and how fathomless their love and desire for one another really was.

"Manea & Alastor Mendacium"