Syron moved up, putting his muzzle next to her ear, and giving a short, sharp growl, then scooping her hips out, and then flicking her over, on to her stomach, then pushed her forward, up on to her hands and knees, her shoulder against the tree. He pushed her skirt up, and over her behind, so she was fully accessible, then started to lick at her bare entrance again, contemplating mounting her.