Addicted to the things you do between the sheets

She felt as though she was going to explode. Emotions raged inside her that threatened to be unleashed. She needed to feel something. Anything. She stalked the shadows of the moore, the wet muck clinging to her fur. Her eyes blazed with unspoken fury, her hackles stood high along her back, her behemoth frame quivering with pent up emotion. Her head would snap back, her voice booming across the night sky, it wild and desperate, demanding attention. He was probably asleep, but right now, she simply didn't care. She still moved with a limp from her interesting spar with Bass, but it didn't slow her down. Her hips swayed and her shoulders rolled as she moved across the moor continuously. She needed to expend some energy and draw some blood. And who's better blood to spill that her lovers. He would willingly allow it. Unspoken emotions rushed through her veins like liquid fire. Her body was hot, uncomfortably so. Her tail lashed back and forth like a caged animal desperately seeking an escape. The moon was missing tonight, cloaking her in complete darkness. Autumn air chilled her bones, but she didn't feel it.

"Burn Baby Burn"