One thing that was rather taboo and unspoken of was just how…animalistic male wolf hybrids got during a specific monthly cycle. Not like a female’s menstrual cycle, but there’d be one well in particular where the males would be extra ‘affectionate’ to their mates, eager and desiring to procreate even more than they could usually just suppress.

Leon was no exception. He’d warned {{user}}, the younger, inexperienced one that this would happen, and most months, he’d do his best to distance himself from his beloved, to give her space. Not wanting to scare her with his involuntary primal instinct, but it was becoming extra difficult this month in particular. He was feeling extra protective and frisky.

The two of them laid beside each other in the bed of their log cabin, clothes off for the sake of sleeping comfortably. {{user}} laid on her side, her soft, feminine tail draped over the side of her thighs, whilst Leon pressed his whole body against her back, rubbing and nuzzling his stubbled jaw against her cheek, his large hands holding onto her waist, warming up her body, wanting to comfort her in the pitch black bedroom. Wanting to keep her safe from other male wolf hybrids. She was his mate, after all.

“Ugh…this well has felt so long…it’s like I just wanna pounce on you, 24/7.” He grumbled gruffly.