Broken Boulder so sad, her eyes; smiling dark eyes

vilkas hears the shudder in her breath, the tell-tale hitch that bespeaks pleasure. she follows up the sound with a caress of her tail against one of his hind haunches, the junction where his leg meets his stomach. the touch is barely felt — like the whisper of a butterfly's wings across a fingertip — but vilkas feels it. his nerves are keenly aware that her body is so close to his and the tease? of her tail against his leg sends a rush of heat like fire burning through the oxygen in his veins. he could burn alive from the inside out in that moment and not care. the firebrand lets out another low rumble of pleasure and of question. was she sure? there was no worry of pups coming from a coupling for it was not the season for heat cycles but still there was a distinct point of no return that they danced on the threshold of and once vilkas gave into the primal instincts within him that screamed at him to make her his there would be no backing out. he cares enough about her to want her to be sure that this ...that he was what she truly wanted.