"Get away from the door!" somebody shouted.
Rosalia barely had the chance to twitch her tail out of harm's way in time. The bar's door slammed open and five bare-chested studs charged in, lathered up and stinking up a storm. Normally Rosalia found stallion sweat a turn-on, but not in herd form. She wrinkled her nose and sent sympathetic vibes to the patrons who hurriedly vacated their stools.
The stud with the red-blond mane reached the bar first. "I win!" he whinnied. "Malt whiskey!"
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Wishing you romance on the wild side…
Kisses, Savanna Kougar
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