The woman sees him...

Just as Finn was about to stalk out of the bushes, the woman's eyes caught his. Her full lips opened in a small 'o' and she clutched her hands at her chest, sinking low enough to cover her humility. Finn was amused by her movements, but stayed put, not wishing to frighten her. Her natural element seemed to shine through, and he knew she was a nature girl.

An image flashed through his mind of her naked in a bed of pineneedles, covered in tiny scratches from the unforgiving twigs, hair ruffled, and body tight around his veined meat.

The image vanished and he was left staring into her lovely eyes. He took a step forward. Fur only marred his form partially in a soft down, his muscles outlines and his malehood enormous as it jutted out into the cool air, his knot large at the base of his sheath. Before he knew it she had a blade out from nowhere. It was silver.