The thirst that needs to be quenched.

Soft russet fur slinked through the undergrowth, her curvy form barely noticeable against the large red wood trees. Standing tall with pride, though with her slight form she was barely taller than the large bushes that surrounded her. Lavender laced eyes would peer through the night sky, stars gleaming off of them. Sashaying through the forest, she was a beauty to be remembered and one to savor for the brief time a male would ever hold her.

She felt stressed, pent up in her own small crown. She needed a distraction, a relief from her worries. Searching through the woods she would find nothing that spiked her interest. She needed the attention of a male. With a soft sigh she settled her petite but muscular form on the hard ground. Where was a male when she wanted one, needed one?