Ouroboros Spine Looms but the Horror of the shade,

I like seeing how Ton reacts to things LOL.

She faced him, alerted, her lips revealing those fangs that had pierced the hides of many, and he did not flinch nor so much as shift a paw as she made to land her teeth upon him, nipping the junction of his shoulder and chest. He had anticipated her retaliation, was both prepared and receptive to her touch even if it was to draw his blood. But it did not, and this only emboldened him. Tonravik was a fortress, but perhaps she was a fortress that could be penetrated. Maybe he could find the chink in her armor, slip in to a crack in her wall.

(um... tee hee?)

The path to success was seldom a straight shot from point a to point b. It was a branched and tangled thing, and Kodiak knew this. He was not one to hinge all on one plan, and so he now attempted to navigate the other possible trails that might lead him to the place he sought. He could wait, and bet on securing a victory in a cock fight should there be more than one rooster interested in this hen (which was likely). Or, he could try to build favor, steer her preference, that she may seek him out when need gripped her.

He would have to tread carefully, less his flirtations annoy and repel her. So his response was one of invitation, not pressure. He lowered his head and tipped his muzzle to the side, crooning to her in low, eliciting growl of his own, while his lowly hung tail swayed lightly back and forth.