Starglow Basin [m] You're an angel, I'm a dog

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Intended for @Castel, if others want their wolves to be nosey please limit it to a cameo!

A swelling sensation, a strange pheromone lingering on her. Uncomfortable, unpleasant, unwelcome, but it is here all the same.

She understands, for her older sisters had the same symptoms before they left home. It is her first, and though it betrays her sociable nature she finds herself waiting in her den. She refuses to leave, to act like a desperate bitch. She has been selective; now is not the time to throw that away.

The stone quarters are quiet today and Leto is glad for it. Curled on the sandy ground, her paws itch to get up and move.

Her head lifts, ears twitching; pawsteps.

he steps forward, curiosity and need pushing him along.

he’s no stranger to the stir of instincts—has brushed it off before with a snort or a wry grin—but this is different. personal. he forces himself to keep calm, tail swaying low behind him.

there’s a beat of silence. he clears his throat.

he has come for her.

She releases a breath when it is Castel who enters. There is no need for fangs or lashing tails.

The man appears nearly coy, and she cannot help but smile. Settling for the day? She speaks, inviting his approach. The sun will set soon; she eyes it through a small opening in the walls of the quarter for a moment.

Her mind clouds, occupied by thoughts of her serpent alone.

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he’s no fool. a small smirk tugs at his lips.

he lowers himself to breathe in her scent, brushing his snout lightly against the soft fur at her hip. there’s a hunger in his gaze. dios, he murmurs, you smell… irresistible.

the words come out as a low rumble, barely more than a growl of appreciation. he softens slightly for her sake, offering a fleeting gentleness in the way he presses closer. i desire you, leto, he says, letting his breath wash over her fur. he is a coiled spring of desire and intent, but he won’t force it. he waits for her signal, for her acceptance of his closeness.

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She rolls gently to her back, paw reaching out for a gentle touch to his cheek. She is ever soft, a succulent dove waiting to be bit into by the wolf who looms over her.

This sight will be for him alone. He is who she chose, the man she deliberately brought to Verapaz to serve this purpose. I want you to take me, Castel. Her statement is clear in intention. He is to cure her of this discomfort, relieve her of her burden.

Doe eyes search his, tail curling behind her. You'll be good to me, won't you? She needs to be comforted, to know if she should feel fear.

castel allows himself a pause, watching her roll onto her back. there’s a flicker of surprise in his amber gaze as she offers herself so openly, but his composure remains intact. the gentle touch of her paw against his cheek stirs something deep inside—possessiveness.

mhm… he murmurs, dipping his head to brush his muzzle against her outstretched paw. the softness in her voice, the way she looks at him...

castel bends closer, letting his breath wash across her ear. soy muchas cosas, hermosa. but cruel to you? no. not tonight.

the world outside fades into the quiet of her den, and for once, castel doesn’t worry about tomorrow—only about easing her discomfort and answering the unspoken need in her eyes.

fade!