They both watched its beauty in silence after eating a late meal from the newly erected barbecue Fly had built close to the ship. They sat next to its warmth and nibbled on shelled nuts.There had been a scent hanging around them; an aroma of sexual attraction that had grown and given birth to thousands of erotic thoughts and feelings that Jenny hadn’t known existed before.It was here, this place. It brought alive the primal feelings and released the wild freedom that her ancestors had taken for granted. In the name of progress, the human race had lost so much.When the moons rose and the howling began Fly raised his arm and Jenny slipped beneath, as if she had being doing so all her life. The heavy pressure of his hand wasn’t possessive or dominating anymore; it felt good, right.The howling of the native-wolves became louder and nearer, but it no longer frightened her as it used to. It was just one more thing she had become accustomed to, like the extraterrestrial sky.He raised his hand from her shoulder and touched her hair.“I find your hair beautiful,”
