Sometimes, when there was not a sound to be heard — times like tonight when even the nightcrawlers had fallen asleep — Djehanne's jaw nearly ached with need. Her spine tingled with anticipation, her claws digging slowly into the earth with anxiety; even for the mute, dead silence had the potential to be excrutiatingly painful. Occasionally, she would find it in herself to whine or bark, though they were both strangled sounds, making her seem more like a puppy in distress than a bored adult. 

When it got really bad, she would try to manage marching down to the nearest water way she could and splashing! action into the space around her. Of course, this time was no exception. Djehanne pranced and leaped through the gentle waves of the creek, stopping only when too much water got in her ear or when her bubbles went the wrong way and she ended up with water in her snout. 

The moon shined high up above, giving anyone passing a clear trail of sight to the frolicking imp.

The bark caught Djehanne's attention immediately. Her body froze with her tail tucked and her ears low, but her eyes focused and watching. There was a male not far off, but the burning in her nostrils prohibited her from getting a full whiff of his scent. She licked her maw and gave a strangled whine, though her teeth remained hidden behind black lips. She took a single step forward, though still she stood in the middle of the water studying the male before her in absolute silence.

Suddenly, the quiet didn't seem so bad.

There they stood, watching each other with intents so pure and defined that one could almost hear it being whispered in the wind. She huffed with such strength that the water in front of her rippled, though onlly slightly. She thought about her options, then decided that none of them would have given her the result she wanted — solitude. The wolves of the Wilds were all too different for her to be safe in trusting a stranger, especially when she couldn't call out for help.

Djehanne sighed before taking a few slow steps forward to close the distance between the two of them. She stepped out of the water a few yards away from him down the bank, then shook her fur free of any water and continued to play watcher. She whined and yawned, then lowered her ears and head back down to the ground. In truth, she knew better than to submit to anyone, but she had enough common sense to know when and how to play common games.

Djehanne had half a mind to ignore the chances and make a run for it. The brute was quick to close the distance between them, using his presence over her to personally examine her frame, his snout gently tickling the fur lining her sides and trailing her spine. She whined with displeasure and made an effort to lower herself away from him, though the gentle wagging of her tail signaled that she had no plans to leave anytime soon. 

There was something about having another wolf (though this one, in particular) that sent a ripple of chills through her veins. Adrenaline had her mind surging with every possible mishap and mistake; her defenses were ready should things go left. The fur around her hackles gently began to raise out of pure instinct, but her tail had since retracted between her legs in a show of fear. 

It was a fun game to play, she decided. It was like a game of cat and mouse, or wolf and squirrel, and though Djehanne knew her role, she had no plans to lose.

Djehanne didn't want to budge. She liked playing this game; the weak damsel was her favorite role of them all. However, something told her that her companion didn't want to play along anymore, and she didn't want to have to watch him walk away. With a sigh and disappointment lining her heart, she slowly began to rise to her full height and unfold her tail from where it swung between her legs.

She knew that he didn't want to hurt her (if he had some ill-intent, he would have acted on it by now), but part of her wished he did! She wanted to feel threatened and closed in, as if there was nothing to keep her head above water in the crashing waves of the sea. What Djehanne didn't want was a buddy to keep her company.

She took a few steps forward and turned so that the two of them were now face to face. She examined him, taking careful note of the way he stood, the length and the potential in his limbs; she studied him like her life depended on it, then took a daring step forward to capture his scent the way he had captured her own.

Djehanne vaulted backward, initially in shock that her sizing up had seemed to work in her favor. She licked her chops and weighed her options again (what, for like the hundreth time yet), then gave a low growl adorned with a toothy grin. It was rare that she allowed certain things to be seen, especially in front of strangers, but she had a message to get across and intended to do so. Bite, she commanded. The sound of her voice was harsh and strangled; it sounded trapped behind a mountain of spikes lining her throat and weighed down by the years of misuse. It was a sound completely unfitting of her voice, though the effect it gave was her strongest defense.

Djehanne slowly began to circle her opponent, her coy saunter set to act as both a tease and a distraction. She wanted to find his weakest parts and use them to her advantage, but first, she needed a full view.

Djehanne ducked away with instant haste, though the jaws of the brute did not not leave empty-handed. A tuft of her fur was ripped from her scruff, leaving a bald spot in the thick mane leftover from winter. She responded with a growl and a lunge; though she had no real direction in her attack, the closest thing she could find was her opponent's flank. She knew that the skin between the waist and hind legs was thin enough and yet stretchy enough for her to grip onto. Djehanne's heart was racing with anticipation; the fear and threat were, in a strange turn of events, actually acting as physical aphrodesiacs.

In a slightly displeasing turn of events, Djehanne's grip on her opponent was lost, thus relinquishing her advantage. She watched with wild eyes as he pounced atop her small frame, knocking her onto her back and leaving her generally immobile. In an attempt to get back to her feet, she used her hindleg to rub against his member with enough force to distract him, yet while maintaining enough control to communicate her intentions in all of this. 

Djehanne lunged forward from where she lay in an attempt to grab his muzzle between her own jaws, but found herself too weighed down to lift her upper body high enough. In a way, this was mock submission; though she appeared defeated, the girl still had plenty fight left in her.

There was a certain fire lighting in Djehanne's eyes. Flames licked against the defined features of her opponents face as he came down for her in a counter attack. She dodged it with each having turned her head to the ground and leaving him nothing to bite into but the ground beneath them. She snarled and attempted to free herself with a mock lunge at his shoulder. Each moment, the game became more entertaining, as just as quickly as one gained the upperhand, it was gone to the other.

Lose, she commanded, though it was more of a challenge to defy her than to obey. She wanted to see him submit, but only after she had already done the same.

And I am yours, but only for tonight.

No matter how much she wanted for him to claim her, right then and there, she knew that the name she know bore proclaimed her status under a different master. So, rather than allowing him the power he thought he had over her (and in a way, he really did), Tacita decided then and there that she would end this round with an invitation for another, should they ever meet again. 

Despite his attempt at keeping her against the ground, she was able to snake her way through his legs and back onto all fours. She gave a teasing whip of her tail and made a dash for the darkness of the treeline, hoping to lose him along the way.