Blackfeather Woods our quiet drama[m]

Blue eyes meet his golden ones, a smile widens over his female's muzzle. The question that drips from her maw does surprise him. He pauses, his jaws loosening. What was she saying? Did she want him? Grim doesn't know how to take that. He isn't sure he believes her either, nor does he really care how she feels about him. He had been ready to fight for her for a long time. Now she is admitting to wanting him. Grim had expected her to fight back, that had been part of the fun in wanting her. But was it a bad thing for her to admit to wanting him? There is so much about her that makes him question himself. He is starting to wonder who he is and what he wants. Above all he wonders about who he is becoming. 

"What?" He mumbles with a mouthful of her fur. His ears lay back against his head with uncertainty. Was she trying to confuse him so he would let her go? Grim growls a little, he isn't going to let her get away that easily. If she wants to be free from his grasp, then she will have to fight him. But he doesn't see her being able to over power him. He tightens his grip on her neck again, laying down on her. Lusa's body feels good against his. It will be even harder for her to fight back now. He is eager to see how she will escape him.