He took her exactly as the rite demanded. Full mount. No artifice, no technique, no courtship, just the primal, hammering, hips-crashing gait of a beast taking its claim, the same rhythm every she-wolf in that circle had felt under the moon and knew in her bones. Her heavy scarred hips clapped back against him in meaty impacts that came faster and faster as her body, that honest animal body that had never once lied to itself about strength, began to answer.
Pah pah pah pah pah pah!
"AAANGH~!! You, HNNGH, hairless, stinking, oumph, POMMEL of a male, Anhgh~!! The pack is, the pack is WATCHING, AAAH~!!"
"The pack is learning," he said.
"HAAIYAANGH~!! The, the girth, you split-hooved, barn-creature, you are rearranging the Alpha's, unh, unh, UNH~!!"
