Nothing's New

Cold air rushed between them as Absinth sat up. Sitting on her, but putting space between their upper halves. The difference in temperature left her feeling feverish, and her eyes burned, locked onto Absinth as the older wolf traced circles in her coat. Little flickers of fire drawn around, and around, and around with such a simple brush of a delicate white paw. The need inside of her was not quieting. If anything, every little thing Absinth did seemed to stoke it further. It was a want. Something selfish and desperate that left Raka feeling rather helpless in its grasp.

“It was… certainly surprising” She said, her voice breathless and a little hoarse. Absinth sat back further, and Raka found herself sitting up as well. Trying to draw back into the other wolf's space. Gravitating towards her. “What…” she flushed deeply at the audacity, innocence, and inexperience of her question. “Do women… do. To-to…” so much heat in her cheeks. It was almost hotter than the inferno in her belly now. “Please each other.”


"Karaka"