he's no good, girl, no good for you

His laughter would fill the cavern, echoing off the walls before fading away. He would rise, claiming to need some air. For a moment she wouldn't move. Did she follow? Did she stay? She should probably head back to the range. That sounded like the best plan. Whore! The voices practically chanted it now. The woman would rise, nails clicking as she followed a moment or two behind him. Eyes would squint against the sudden brightness of the sun, the woman taking a moment to shake out her ruffled pelt. Verdant eyes would glance over him, middy startled by what she saw. His pelt was vibrant red, interrupted only by white spots on his rump. A brow would lift but would fade away before he could notice. ""I should probably be going."" The winter air felt wonderful against her heated flesh, cooling her almost immediately. The trek home would certainly be filled with many thoughts and emotion. She would peer up at him, an easy smile would pull at dark lips, her ringed tail curling at her hocks. ""See you around." Picking up an easy trot, she would turn away from the man and the caverns, completely unaware of the trouble she had just caused, and headed home. Perhaps her aunt could shed some light on the situation, enlighten her to the world of men. Her mind was busy, tuning out the curses of the voices in her head, thinking over what she had just done.

-exit, unless stopped?-

"Speech"