Cretatous Survival (Ash)

Scowler nodded, "Maybe" he allowed, "I'll find you soon, i need to catch up with Skalk..." he told his son, heading off to find his brother.

Patchy sighed as he listened to his father, "Maybe its for the best... What if it took a while for her to get better or to pass? You wouldn't he able to catch up" Patchy sighed.

Scowler nuzzled his son, "we went to a nearby cave, i left for a few minutes and when i got back she'd left the cave. I looked for her..." he sighed hanging his head a little, "i truthfully don't know if she's alive or not, but either way, she didn't want me to witness it."

Patchy perked up as he heard his father's call, trotting over toward him, "Is she...?" The young male asked quietly.

Oceana looked to the male, staying in his view as she grazed.

Scowler left the female for a moment, in favour of finding his son and Skalk. It seemed for the moment the herd had stopped the rest, although from memory, they weren’t far from the mating grounds.

The female glanced to her new mate, she looked to the herd and spotted an old friend, trotting ahead to catch up with her friend, the two nuzzling and grooming one another.

It didn’t take too much longer for the pair to eventually find the herd, Scowler roaring to make their presence known.

Oceana was oblivious to the male's brooding, even trotting ahead sometimes to look around or munch on some grass, her tail flicking about lightly.

Scowler remained silent, mulling over what he’d just done. Had he acted brashly? And in doing so betrayed his mate?

She pressed back against him playfully when he pushed her before she walked calmly beside him, letting out a soft breath as they walked.

Scowler nodded, pressing his frill against her rear before beginning to walk in the direction the herd would of headed.

She continued pressing against him, pulling away and offering the male a smile, "We should try to catch up to the herd" She said softly.

Scowler chuckled, butting her back gently, the large male seemed to have good control of his strength, ensuring the female was comfortable.

She moved her horns with his before pressing against him more, butting her head against his.

Scowler moves his head side to side gently, huffing with interest, recalling how often Trics would refuse to playfully spar with him.

She pressed her horns against his and she pushed softly, giving a playful snort.

Scowler gave a low grumble, returning her playful bumps. Locking horns with her briefly, giving off a playful snort.

The female panted as she felt his seed deep inside her, she turned to the male and rubbed herself against him softly, butting her frill against his softly.

The females release triggered his, the large male thrusting a few more times before dismounting the female, shaking.

The female moaned out, letting out a loud call to the male as she orgasmed, clenching tightly around him.

Scowler grunted as he quickened his pace again, coming close to release.

The female gave pleasured whines as she arched her back and moved with him, panting and tossing her head in pleasure.

Scowler grunted in pleasure, with each thrust his large length pushed into her tightness a little more roughly. Letting out loud noises that could have almost amounted to roars, yet weren’t exactly there yet.

The female called out loudly as she felt him on her back, holding him up easily and pressing back toward him, letting out a moan as she felt him stretching her with his length, snorting in pleasure.

Once the female agreed to what would be a lifetime of dealing with his temper, brooding, possessive and protectiveness, the male grunted and butted his own frill against her rear, before mounting her a little roughly, rubbing against her beforehand thrusting inside her.