He snaked through the trees at a decent clip because he definitely needed more matters to concern himself with. This one had been steadily building all week and he was on a wicked edge over it--now more than ever by the day with defense already paramount. But the wocha was impressive in his dedication in all things.. this chaotic feeling included. He got moving like every second away from right at home with her was wasted; it felt like it was the closer he went and the fresher the trail was, only riling him up further.
The gold Drakru didn't need to, but with his nose so full of such a sweet scent, he couldn't help but not--he pranced lightly along to reach her, tail and head up, and stride purposefully proud. Finally closing in only exaggerated it. In spotting her, alone too, he was many kinds of relief at first, as well as much more than that in the next instant. So keenly aware of what nature sang of, it made it difficult to want to waste any time. He took a greedily deep breath and swept in closer barring any further preamble except a wave of his own tail.
He had to be close to her--that much he couldn't wait any longer for, but he also had to be careful. Determinedly he didn't idle his thoughts on her leg more than that, as much as it still burned him that she had been hurt at all, let alone now. He arched his neck towards her with a series of low, questioning rumbles as he invited himself right into her space.
Her delicately three-legged gait only made him close in faster, not that he needed more motivation to duck in near to her to help bring them together all he could. With a soft whine of vague complaint (still half determined not to dwell on her injury, despite how impossible), he moved to eagerly drape his neck over her. His senses swam, burning, and dialed right up to maximum--protectiveness and lustiness whorled, and warred even, although this was not unfamiliar turf for him, or her even--just like they always would; greedily, he buried his nose in her soft, fragrant furs. All his, and now, all hers.
He could melt into her already, and while the words came soft, his ear turned accordingly with a low sultry rumble. Not about to disagree, because who would? and starting to not be able to with nothing in his nose except his wife's heat, he soon found he couldn't be near enough, so he snaked against her more, but even every inch between them only made him seek even more than that. "Well if please," he teased lightly, tail waving and eyes wandering the lengths of her. With her desire made so perfectly crystal clear, it made it all awfully easy on him--and here he had wished he had at least brought a proper dinner first, but there would be time for that later; he realized the frustration already wanting to edge its way in, too. After everything going on, he was reaching hungrily for distraction, and this one was very within his grasp.
Big enough to make short work of reaching over her should he want, he leaned chest first against her flank and went for more contact with some nuzzle-nips towards her neck and scruff, alternating his touches between gentleness and a hint of needy rough. Unsure of how exactly to maneuver beyond, leg considered (quietly--and ready to take her cue on that before moving forward any further, once sure it was hopefully all good), he tightened his jaw to refocus on not rushing with that to mind.
The wocha would not make her wait any longer. Her every move, every pleading whine, had him riled right to the point of caution's absence.. and effortlessly enough. With a low rumble from the back of his throat, he kept his movement forward and touches purposeful--experienced, too, as he teased only a moment more--nips, licks, all he could reach, all before he gathered himself to bring them together.
His senses reeled and he grasped through, though soon found the best balance to indulge in what he had to do--for Portia, for himself, and for what may come, weeks from now or even later tonight. Suddenly, there was far more to consider, yet all he could think of was her and everything she was to him as he breathed deep her heady season's perfume. He set his easily encouraged pace, but took his wife's cues; mindful, but a pent up tempest of strung too tightly lately, he had to focus on her first of all for the good of it all, honestly--Until it was said and done, even just for now, he couldn't bear to be apart from her.